i don’t have any ideas worth writing about my life is a melodrama but i can’t find the word to really put it together my mother hates when i write about her i don’t have time enough now to write a blog every night what plot? i am a character don’t know if i have…
Category: Writing
chasing sleep like it stole something
my evening plans include eating a massive bowl of chili while sitting in front of the television watching ridiculously mind numbing sitcoms with no discernible plot while sipping a larger than life cup of un-spiked herbal tea i will not send read or answer a single email text or facebook message the phone is dead…
Lessons I’ve Learned from Children
Children don’t often tell stories in a straight line. They give you fragments. Small pieces from different events dished out over time. As a therapist working with children it’s important to chronicle these bits so together with the kids in your care you can assemble the puzzle that brought them to you in the first…
consumerism and stewardship: can they really co-exist?
an ethic that embodies responsible planning and management of resources, stewardship. i have stuff. lots and lots of stuff. i have so much stuff that my house at time fills overstuffed with stuff. i shift stuff from closet to closet. i invent cubby spaces to house table overflow and shake drawers in awkward attempts to…
what i really should be doing is yoga (a little upward facing dog would make everything alright)
i’m tired and irritated and i worked a 12 hour day the last thing i want to do is sit down and write this but here i am writing because of a commitment i made to myself to exercise my muse so no my dog did not go outside today but my inspiration gets to voice…
day 5: things you would want to say to an ex
i forgive you. (30 Day Writer’s-Blog Challenge)
day 6
a dark night rises and in aurora colorado it is day six while we sit in our living rooms living a mother not yet in her 3rd decade plans a funeral and a six year old is lain to rest heroes mere fables leave us wondering about probabilities nursing old familiar wounds in our 1st world consciousness…
love, indeed: a birthday poem for langston
he is small but in a very big way his feet the size of your average 7 year old never mind that he won’t be five for 2 more days he has taught me more about me than i could have learned in a classroom full of memoir biography and ancestral maps my head a…
Some Birds Do Fly in the Rain
“THEY ALWAYS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” she is shouting. She is sitting all of 3 feet away from me and although I have told her 4 times during this conversation that these are not walls but a cubicle with a door, she does not lower her voice. “Who? Who are you talking about?”…
Life Stand Still Here, Mrs. Ramsay said. (Virginia Woolf has always been a friend of mind.)
time muffles and mutes many things… the brilliance of diamonds the surprise of a first kiss when held to the test all dim and fade u hold on to the shadows of memories laughter drifting on waves whispered passions a hand held too tight unbelievably such things diminish the thought of them slip through finger tips…
fearfree living 