Recently, I visited a church where a friend of mine serves as pastor. During the sermon, she told of a documentary she'd seen on the lives of salmon and how their entire species depends on the success of their upstream journey. Her storytelling skills left me believing I had seen the documentary myself. The vivid... Continue Reading →
Finding Time to Write
I was drawn to the writer at New Mercies For Me because we both have difficulty finding time to write. A challenge from The Daily Post prompted us to collaborate on a post. In tackling the issue of how to find time to write, we each came to the conclusion that for our individual schedules, scheduling a... Continue Reading →
Music is a refuge
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”— Maya Angelou There are so many quotes, so many resource materials referring to the power of music. Those that have known me for any length of time know just how big a role music plays in... Continue Reading →
Procrastination Station
Guilty: one bona fide procrastinator, right here, and it's nothing to be proud of; or is it? This tweet gave me food for thought. https://twitter.com/grantdraws/status/460764353961013248 What if being a procrastinator is key to my creativity? I decided to take the question to Google and to my surprise, found tons of scholarly articles on the subject.... Continue Reading →
The Space to Write
For large chunks of my childhood and young adulthood, I kept a journal at my bedside. My writings were always done in pencil, not so much to correct mistakes, although that happened, on occasion, but more because I was certain these writings would become valuable to my descendants, therefore needed protection from water damage. Silly me.... Continue Reading →
An American Horror Story: Healthcare without Cotton Balls
“Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.” ― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones It has the feel of a horror film; an empty shell of a building, disturbingly quiet, no one to ask for directions when you find yourself lost... Continue Reading →
A story in an image
Summertime in the South is synonymous with swimming. As a youth, I spent a lot of time in the water. My grandparents took my sisters and me, frequently, to the beach. My parents took us frequently to the community pool. My father was even a high school swim coach. Yet, I never felt comfortable swimming.... Continue Reading →
Home
This past weekend was my 30th high school class reunion. It wasn't actually the school from which I graduated but the school I attended for 8 years, through the 10th grade. The 10-12 classmates in attendance, plus a few spouses, represented 25% of the class. Many others live in town, but for whatever reason, stayed... Continue Reading →
Things I’ve learned in my 48th Summer
As my father rapidly approaches his 70th birthday, his return to his "roots" has left the rest of the family rolling our eyes. The fraction of his genetic code that came from Louisiana means that he must now greet all strangers in French. The portion that can be traced back to the Native Americans means... Continue Reading →
Everyday Inspiration: Day 1 -Why write?
I write, or type, because it is therapeutic. Both writing and typing are as relaxing to me as knitting is to others. Since childhood, I've used writing as a way to release my frustrations, clarify my thoughts, and identify solutions to problems. Writing is similar to having a conversation with oneself, but without appearing mentally ill... Continue Reading →