by Nancy Colasurdo | Oct 15, 2005 | Write Thinking
Sometimes I think life is like the Kevin Bacon Game. Everything is connected.I’m still reading A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. It feels odd that I can’t put it down yet I’m only about halfway through. The writing is small and my reading time...
by Nancy Colasurdo | Oct 14, 2005 | Write Thinking
It is not about me.His actions are about him.His moods are about him.His passive aggressiveness is about him.His victimhood is about him.His petulance is about him.His lashing out at others is about him.His fear is about him.It is not about me.And it feels so good...
by Nancy Colasurdo | Oct 13, 2005 | Write Thinking
Scene: Reception area of Manhattan office. Switchboard rings.Caller: Hello. May I speak to Joan?Receptionist: May I ask who’s calling please?Caller: Mr. Jones.Receptionist: And what is this in reference to?Caller: Just tell her Mr. Jones.Receptionist: Can I tell...
by Nancy Colasurdo | Oct 12, 2005 | Write Thinking
The rain drives, persists, intrudes.Happy to be in my warm, dry home.Happy I own towels.Happy my life coaching session tonight is on the phone.Happy to nest.The rain trickles, lulls, soothes.
by Nancy Colasurdo | Oct 11, 2005 | Write Thinking
I have a hot pink umbrella with a wood handle. It was given to me by someone I love on Valentine’s Day.That umbrella is the strongest one I’ve ever had. It has stood up to windy storms and driving rains. It has turned inside out and righted itself. It has...
