Painted on the wall over my closet door are the words: “Live the life you’ve imagined.” So wise, that Thoreau. I wonder if he chanted that to himself each night as he listened to the dark unknowns hooting and howling on Walden Pond, calming his fears so he could sleep. The…
When a writer only has an audience of five — and I think one of them might have wandered off somewhere so I may be down to four — it is easy for her to forget that she should announce Enormous News for the rest of her imaginary audience. It…
It’s all in your head. You’re feeling things that aren’t real. It’s a silent disease so you shouldn’t expect people to notice anything. Just get over it. You’re one of those “tortured” artists, so this all fits your creative needs. You’re oversensitive. You’ve always been too serious and moody. Are…
#Reverb12, Day 31 Where are you now? I am told to complete the following sentences without thinking, to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. And so this is how it ends, my Reverb experience, not with over thinking but with flash impulses. Is this what TS…
#Reverb12, Day 21: What items did you tick off your dream list in 2012? What other, unexpected, dreams came to fruition? I grew up surrounded by hot glue guns, felt, styrofoam balls and tole paint. I went around town with my mother to fabric stores buying lace and…
#Reverb12, Day 20: What was lost in 2012? What do you intend to find in 2013? I’ve lost friendships, weight, hope, patience, tears, keys, my mind, money, faith, and inspiration. I misplaced clothes and coupons along with bills, my car in countless parking lots, baby socks, recipes, and grudges….
