As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
January 1, 2020 Dear Wind, I am smiling and hope you are too. Never in a million years would I… Read more How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: A Year and a Decade Anew
Now the pre-dawn glow of Christmas tree lights and lazy embers from the fire nudged me awake, gently reminding me that I had no pressure of a day’s schedule.
A creative path might not be the smooth ease of calm, expressive seas nor the decorated, celebrated angst of artistry…
The beginnings of flight are incredibly awkward-looking…
..their forces collide continuously..it is a sound unexpectedly raw…
I blame my mother. And Kevin… And perhaps I have even learned to laugh at myself a bit.
April 20, 2019 For the umteenth time, I started writing my book. Two days ago I began, my session… Read more The Fifty-Ninth Word
March 28, 2019 I hadn’t been certain ‘vayomer eliohim’ were even proper words. Until three days ago I had been… Read more Vayomer Eliohim