I had the opportunity to drive alone for two hours today. It gave me ample time to think about what really matters to me, what I want out of life, and sing to my Van Morrison station. I mostly thought about this blog. And how the last few months of writing have been therapeutic. Lately, … More Acts of Bravery
I have a conundrum. One I’ve spent too much time mulling over. One I keep pushing down and telling myself to stop being such a whiner about. I feel shame about this. I feel deeply vulnerable about sharing it, but here goes. I’ve spent the majority of my life looking forward. As a little girl: … More I Give Myself Permission
Duh. Right? Well, this realization didn’t come right away. It started with one that changed my life in such a deep way, I can only equate it with a born-again experience. First, I am a writer because I write. No one, not an agent, a publisher, a teacher, a friend, can validate my work. I am … More I’m a Writer Because I Write.