Category: About Me
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Why the Y?…
Friends ask me why I go to the Y even though it costs more than the oh-so-close-to-my-house national gym chain. Or why buy books through bookshop.org, instead of saving money by clicking around the big box Bezos behemoth? For the same reason I support arts organizations even though it means less coins in my wallet.…
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Snow Days…
It snowed last week in Houston so much that lingering snow remained on our deck for a full five days. I don’t recall snow on the ground during the Deep Freeze of 2021 when the power grid failed and the temperature of the interior of our home dropped to the mid-forties. Perhaps all my energy…
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Siren Song…
“Listening to the siren song of more, we are deaf to the still small voice waiting in our soul to whisper, ‘You’re enough.’” Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way; A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity. I’m not surprised at the serendipity of reading those words on December 31. Cameron’s path is all about synchronicity. We are reeling…
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A Bouquet…
I recently shared a moment with a stranger in an unorganized and overstuffed sales rack. She held up a dress and asked if it was too wild. What? No! The classic style and muted tones of a floral theme were asking to be worn. I said wearing it would be like wrapping herself in a…
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Color!
I recently hung out with two adorable girls who are the age of coloring with abandon. We engaged in a doodling craft time with precut bookmarks and crayons, then gathered brown grocery bags when the paper supplies ran out. If you haven’t colored lately, I recommend it. But there can be no rules – set…
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Plan Z…
Last week my walking buddy started a new job. Lucky her, but sad me. There goes our morning routine of fighting school traffic to drive through our favorite coffee shop for grandes of our choice to carry around the three-mile loop of our beautiful city park. Enter Plan Z, plan zed, plan zilch, plan zzz.…
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“You Can’t Handle The Truth”…
Sure, it’s a famous line, but it is wrong. Truth: you can handle it. Take deep breaths, set a timer for some self-love and then let the kernel of the truth stew. Buried within the tough love are useful gems that will make your work better. Writers (and all creatives) must suffer slings and arrows…
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Excavating…
I’ve been excavating for optimism. The sun rises every day. A tiny green shoot pushes through a crack in concrete, driven to thrive, against all odds. In the dark days of early pandemic, we had no clue the extent or damage to come. We soon realized it was bigger than any weather event, powerful country…
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Whatever Works…
Like so many, I am disheartened by recent events. I’m thankful I can gather at my church and rest in the hope of a better world where I’m called to love all people, and for my morning writing café where check-in discussions range the whole wide-world. Safe spaces, both. Same with two-way, encouraging talks with…
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No Matter What…
I’ve been going to my zen place leading up to Election Day. No small task. Conversations circle around impending doom should the votes swing one way. Or the other. It matters not what color flag you fly or tie you wear, tensions are high. Many feel the very soul of our country hangs in the…
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