i am considering all the facebook twitter and blogs posted which stated things like our hearts and prayers go to the families of the victims of theatre 9. i am considering these posts along with the news interviews and breaking developments that have been shown again and again and again and i am wondering how…
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Let’s Begin by Assuming…Everyone Loves Their Children as Much as You
…when Holmes, just last May, walked into the Bass Pro Shops store in Northfield and walked out with a glock handgun and 870 Winchester shotgun, no one thought much of it. We are sixteen and feeling every inch of our earned adolescent angst. Without blinking an eye we select the scariest film on the marque…Nightmare on…
My iLife: A Reflection on Missed Connection
I use to have a life but then I got an iPhone and Facebook account and my life became virtual. I’ve stopped talking on the phone practically altogether although in truth I was never really a telephone chatterer. It’s just easier to text or send an email and inboxing someone is damn near instant message….
a writer comes of age
…it means you are a slave to the words bursting forth from your mind… 7 years old / what do you want to be when you grow up, he asked me. a writer, i answered. 8 years old / i sit for hours my legs cross eagle and numb, pencil in hand diligently scribbling on…
motherhood: a molecular transformation
be willing to die everyday to the person you think you, to hand the wave back to the ocean…(Arjuna Arday) motherhood changed me at a molecular level. it restructured my dna. there was a moment in time when i was wanda – woman fully grown and in charge of my destiny. i was capable and…
biology is the least of what makes someone a man (586 words of gratitude: love prose)
i grew up surrounded by men, my family large: my mother born number 5 in a sibship of twelve and my father number 2 in a brotherhood of six. two men parented me, or at least attempted, one i called daddy, the other i introduce as dad. my grandfathers i idealized and adored. my brothers…
Concession
In the story line of my life, my father played both hero and villain. His addiction firmly imbedded him with a personality that was duplicitous in nature. To his young daughter who was me it was confusing. So our relationship was complicated and people who were on the outside looking in guessed that perhaps there…
Creative Angst…Beware?
This blog is a personal sojourn through my own creative angst. I want very much to awaken from the self-induced creative coma I have placed my muse in for the last decade. I am ready to rejoin the world as writer. This blog is my roadmap back. To jump start my creative mojo, I’ve challenged…
fearfree living 