What if, instead of being your own worst critic, you became your own best encourager?
Category: Writing
Quiet Your Mind
"Quiet your mind," they say. How does one quiet a mind? I can't think of how...
Sharing a Sandwich
There wasn't enough bread for everyone. But there was enough bread for everyone but me, so I knew it would work out just fine. I think this is sometimes an inherited condition of being a woman: so long as others' needs are met, everything works out. That's what my mother modeled. Is this still what … Continue reading Sharing a Sandwich
In the Space of What Was
There are at least three versions of a person: the one inside, the one outside, and the one others whisper about. English teacher Lealia Escoffier has always been quick to forgive, slow to confront, and willing to accommodate others at her own expense. Seeking a fresh start after a divorce, she and her two daughters … Continue reading In the Space of What Was
Spinning
Like a spider in the wind taking flight— Love spins iridescent threads made of light— weaving a web of souls.
The World We’re Choosing
Political division can erode friendships and families. Unless we choose otherwise. I feel strongly about some issues---surely most everyone does. I've been socially trained to stay quiet in order to preserve friendships. I've had friends get angry with me when I haven't said a word about said topic, just because I'm sitting at a table … Continue reading The World We’re Choosing
Technology and Swear Words
They say when Mercury is in retrograde, technology goes haywire. Does this explain why, right after I started this new blog site, my computer blue screened? It took several days to fix it, during which no blog entries were added, and my novel rested for a change. Ultimately I decided to purchase a new computer … Continue reading Technology and Swear Words
Paradox
Truth didn’t knowshe would have to fightto stay alive. She thought being Truthwould be enough. It isn't. They assault her with shouts,Smother her with lies, They shove Truth in a boxwith Schrödinger’s cat. See that? they say.Truth is whatever I declare it to be. When power defines Truth,Truth dies.
Nature’s Souvenirs
River eddies curl, collecting twigs and branches: nature's souvenirs
Where does your writing come from?
When words scroll across the screen of my mind, sometimes I imagine writing on a tablet---more like an ancient stone tablet than a modern screen, with my thoughts guiding the chisel in effortless inscription. At other times, words flow across the same infinite screen that hosts the movies I make from memories. I just think … Continue reading Where does your writing come from?
