Simple thanks

So here I sit in Leisure Village watching The Golden Girls. No, I’m not looking into a crystal ball. I’m visiting my parents for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow we will travel to my aunt’s house, over 20 of us. In the morning, I’ll be assembling three...

The writing rush

The computer is coming with me to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving. This is how I know I’ve become attached to my book idea. I’m thinking in terms like this: two hours on the train each way means four hours of writing. Even if I don’t write a...

My story

The assignment I had given my writing class for tonight was to create a collage. I asked that they spend 20 minutes going through magazines and collecting images or words that appealed to them, then another 20 affixing those images to cardboard or construction paper....

On the brink

There comes a point when we don’t need another book, another workshop, another living soul to tell us what we need to do. We already know. We’re just busting through the last layer of fear and resistance. I can tell I am there. I know what I have to do....

Insight and in-sight

Last night I had a two-hour telephone conversation with a friend I hadn’t talked to in a long time. It was wonderful to connect and I was thrilled to hear she is finding lessons in a stream of losses she has experienced. That is what I strive to do, to be. It...