Sharing stories, finding peace
01 Jan 2016 2 Comments
21 Feb 2014 3 Comments
Writing terrifies me. I have always felt the need and desire to write. I have always kept little scraps of thoughts and sentences tucked away in corners of my closet, hidden from view. Words fill my days and nights. They dance off the page when I read and literally make me smile and laugh out loud. The perfectly crafted sentence I see in a piece of literature fills me with awe and drives my need to write. I cannot not write.
But for years, More
03 Jan 2014 1 Comment
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,200 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 37 trips to carry that many people.
30 Nov 2013 3 Comments
It’s the last day of November, and time to take stock of the whole NaBloPoMo experience. I was mostly successful. I just went through my posts and it looks like I managed a total of 24 posts for the month, between my two blogs. Not too shabby for a person who typically posts 2-3 times a month! Here are some things I have discovered over the course of the last 30 days:
I hope you enjoyed taking this blogging journey with me. I’ll see you in December!
27 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
I have been a naughty NaBloPo-mite, and haven’t posted in a few days. For this I apologize profusely. In penance, I have written a longer post than usual over at Arbitrary Flights of Fancy. I think it’s a good one. It’s a chance for you to get to know a little bit more about what makes me tick. Enjoy!
18 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
Today’s post is a pretty darned good one if I do say so myself. It lends itself to discussion, so for heaven’s sake, leave a comment!!!! Check it out at Arbitrary Flights of Fancy. It’s all about words. We’re all writers here…what could be more interesting than words?
15 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
Today’s post is over at Arbitrary Flights of Fancy. Read about my evening commute. It’s more interesting than it sounds…really!
07 Nov 2013 4 Comments
This is just awesome in so many ways.
This video is a TED talk from Ash Beckham. She is discussing coming out of the closet. But she points out that we all live in closets, they are just different kinds of closets. Anything that involves a hard conversation is a closet–telling someone you have cancer, confessing to having an affair, admitting that you are going bankrupt.
Telling someone you have been raped. More
05 Nov 2013 6 Comments
(Please forgive the short post today…I’m still pretty sick.)
If there is one thing I have learned since I started writing this blog, it is this. Everyone has something that they are battling, we just don’t know what it is. Think about the people you know. How many of them are grieving the loss of a loved one? How many have been abused? How many have an illness that just doesn’t show itself? How many suffer from mental illness of some kind? How many have children who are taking the wrong path? People hide their pain, even from those that they are closest to.
The survivors I have spoken with are all battling huge demons–PTSD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, eating disorders, substance abuse. Some are scared just to be in their homes. Some are scared to leave their homes. Some have to see their rapists every day because they are family members.
Others are like me and seem pretty together on the outside. But the demons are still there, and they do require some fighting.
Be kind. Always. Excellent advice.
03 Nov 2013 11 Comments
So it’s Day 3 of NaBloPoMo, and I’m still sick. I’m sitting here, fresh from my extra hour of sleep, enjoying my morning cup of tea. I’ve added some honey today for the whole sore throat thing. And I began wondering at what point I switched my caffeine ritual from coffee to tea. Coffee is so American, so energetic, so “up and at ’em”. Tea is so British, so calming, so refined. I am anything but refined.
My love of tea began in high school. I had a dear friend, Eve, several years older than I was. An actual adult. We became friends through her younger sister-in-law, who attended my high school. I babysat her children. We would chat at the end of the evening of babysitting, and I would visit her home with her sister-in-law. Eve was the “cool” adult, more like a big sister than anything else. It was an unlikely friendship, but it worked. More