Tag Archive: writing

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I forgot to mention one of the coolest and funniest things that has happened to me lately.  I’m now a monthly contributor at My Mommy Manual.  I literally fell out of my chair when I got the invitation email and then had to stifle some serious laughter when Practical Mommy asked me to write about [...]

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Quiet Time

quiet time

I’m a thinker.  I think a lot.  I probably think too much.  I know that when I start feeling like things are too tough right now, I look for the lesson to learn.  My dear friend and teacher, Victoria Castle, wrote in her book Trance of Scarcity, “If struggling were the way to get there, [...]

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F’n hole!

Posted For Lola to remember today and everyday until she turns the corner.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS
1) I walk down the street.
There is a huge hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I’m lost….hopeless.
It’s not my fault.
It takes forever to get out.
2) I walk down the same street.
There is a huge hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that [...]

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Love is as strong as death, as hard as Hell

The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson

You know in movies (or in real life if you’re a romantic…) when you’re in love and you want to sing a silly tune all day… (maybe from a musical that featured Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney or maybe The Beatles’ “Good Day Sunshine”)…yeah, corny love like that.  Well, I’m in love with a book.  [...]

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Jon is a douchebag and I am an idiot

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Sorry I’ve been a way for a few weeks.  Bad behavior, I know, for someone who a) has a burning desire to write because it helps me sort my shit out (and believe me there’s a lot to sort out!) and b) someone starting a blog.  My sincere apologies.  There’s been a number of things [...]

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Where Have I Been?

Where am I these days? Am I lost? No. Well maybe a little bit. I’m working on finding my way through a storm.

Am I okay? Yes, but weary. I need to find my peaceful waters. I am close. I can feel it.

So, how do I get there? Writing. I can feel my way through. [...]

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