Grown
I just completed four nights of an incredibly transformative free-writing class with Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary. This was our one homework assignment. Ten minutes of writing with no editing. Start from a… Continue reading
I just completed four nights of an incredibly transformative free-writing class with Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary. This was our one homework assignment. Ten minutes of writing with no editing. Start from a… Continue reading
We sat together, a row of unlikely patrons. A jumbled managerie of kids, step-kids, biological parents, step-parents, and significant others. And for once, it didn’t feel strained; maybe we’ve all found a comfortable… Continue reading
In the early days of this year, I chose connected as my focus word. It became such a powerful and driving force in everything I did. I carried it with me, close to… Continue reading
It’s okay to be unsure. To mistrust your own decision-making and your beliefs and wonder if you’ve made a mockery of this life you’ve cobbled together. To trip over the messes you’ve made… Continue reading
I looked up. The symmetrical tops of the corn stalks swayed gently. The breeze carried them left and right in a comforting, consistent rhythm. They stretched several feet above my head, arched towards… Continue reading
She brought me wild berries. A scattering of green and purple dots in the bottom of a brown clay pot. Her face smudged with dirt and shimmering with sweat from the first day… Continue reading
Green rain boots rest gently against the wall, their duty for this rainy week on hold for the moment. The rain has fallen incessantly adding a continuous drumming, a reassuring pulse to the… Continue reading