Sometimes you need a good, long cry in the car. The past few days have been hard. Really hard. That isn’t easy to write, but if I believe in authenticity and vulnerability as a writer (which I do) – and as a person (again, I do) – then I need…
I have spent hours of my life – maybe even days – staring into pools of cold water. As a former swimmer, most of my mornings during high school and college began with a two hour practice before the sun came up. My teammates and I would shuffle into the…
One hour. I have just one hour. I spend a few minutes putting away groceries, a few more minutes returning some long overdue emails. 45 minutes left. Should I clean the kitchen? Should I write a blog post? Try to scribble a few notes for a chapter in the book…
I am at a loss for words. And as a writer, the inability to find words can be a problem. Yet, here I am, in front of my computer, requisite candle flickering beside me, and I can’t come up with the right word to describe the way that I am…
Author’s Note: This piece was written several days ago, but it took me almost a week to show up enough to post it. Baby steps, y’all, baby steps. ****** Earlier today I sat down to write. The conditions were optimal, just the way I like it. A candle flickered in…
They say, if you want to make God laugh, just tell her your plans. It seems God (or the universe, if you prefer) has an insatiable sense of humor. And a wry one at that. Last week I wrote about patience as my word for the 2015. And then school…