I recently received an email from my mother:
Subject: Your Blog
Based on experience I chose to delete this email without reading it. I made this choice not out of disrespect but out of love. Love for my husband and daughter. I did not want to bring her words to life. Words that would undoubtedly prove to [...]
Not everyone dislikes their mother. But some of us do. There are times (when my rational self gives way to honesty and speaks the truth) ~ I dislike my mother. There is no other time that I feel this more than when I see her turn away from me in a parking lot or grab [...]
Every now and then there is a day that reminds me how my life was before therapy. A day when I surprise myself and say “Oh snap, remember when anger ruled your life and how you would have responded so differently to this particular event?” It is not a pleasant road to travel down. However, [...]
Well, I gave it my best shot.
I took pen to paper. It didn’t work out.
I took fingers to keyboard. It didn’t work out.
Yet, when I am driving down the road my mind goes ninety to nothing (kinda like my car) with thoughts and words and actually great pieces of “literary genius”.
So I have been pricing [...]
Everyone has the right
to tell the truth
about her own life.
Ellen Bass and Laura Davis
When I wrote Doubting the Writing Process I had no idea that I would end up, once again, scratching the project and opting for mental wellness instead. Every time I started from where I started previously I would, as [...]
Spent some time this weekend going through those memory boxes taken down from the attic and starting the first draft of my book.
The thing about a project like this is that once you get started the ideas begin multiplying like rabbits. I just wish the words multiplied just as easily.
As I began this project early [...]
It wasn’t all awful, but as with all childhood sadness carried forward, the past puts a veil over adulthood…and while I don’t forget events altogether, the details have become murky, some disappearing altogether. That’s one of the comforts of getting older: the sharp edges wear away, and one is left with a practical view of [...]
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