A year of learning who I am.
We’re on vacation right now. Specifically, my family is on vacation and I am supervising my family’s vacation. As a wife and mother I feel as if I am rarely on “vacation” — I am still a mother to my children, I still make our meals, I still organize the…
What do I know about my life? What is it that burns inside me, that defines me, that refuses to be confined on paper? My life is passion. It’s not defined by passion, it is passion. My life is blue flame that intoxicates night and sometimes I fear it even…
I rarely finish what I begin when it comes to writing. I have many unfinished drafts of short stories, novels, and even children’s picture books. All at various stages of “starts”. It’s as if I have built an author’s greenhouse and have cultivated story seedlings. They are all in precious…
When it comes to visions, I have plenty. It is usually the follow through I have problems with. However, now that I am in a position where I’m finally closing certain chapters in my life, I am feeling untethered. I no longer feel bound by sorrows. I’ve packed them up…
I’ve kind of let these prompts pile up in my mailbox, letting them bump around together and rub shoulders. Between being sick and getting lost in myself, craving sunshine and warmth, I haven’t had much of a heart to spend much time with myself. I couldn’t bring myself to delete…
For whatever reason, I’ve tended to avoid prompts that have asked me to “fill in the blank” with a feeling or whatever it might be. I think it might be because I would feel disingenuous. I know what the right answer is. The right answers are usually “free, liberated, at…
