Tag Archives: writing

Is it All it’s Cracked Up to Be?

“Accept the fact that everything that makes up your world is there because you attracted it with your own thoughts. Realize that you can control your thoughts and emotions.” Three YouTube “stars” touted the statement I quoted above. They fell … Continue reading

Posted in Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Social Anxiety

I cracked a fortune cookie, pulled out the little strip of paper, popped a piece of cookie in my mouth, and while I munched on it, read my fortune. (They don’t seem to have fortunes anymore, really. Just an adage, … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , ,

Magic of the Moon

I got up yesterday morning at 5:15.  I wanted to see the super blue blood moon. I got up later than I had wanted to. Effing insomnia made me lose sleep again, and I was unable to rise at 4:45 … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , ,

Reading, Writing, Wondering

I had always said I would never read on a device. I had always said I would never have a cell phone. Well, you know what they say about “never.” As for “always,” it really can’t be projected into the … Continue reading

Posted in Autobiographical, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I Begin with the Blues

I begin the New Year with the blues.  (I don’t mean the music, I mean depressed. Just to be clear). But that’s all right. I know I got a brighter day up ahead. I’m working toward it. The end of … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , ,

A Poet’s Personal Journey

J was a graduate student when I met her. We were in the same poetry writing class in the mid-80’s. I was an undergrad. (I was in my mid 30’s, divorced, with three children, two teens and a pre-teen.) She … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , ,

Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,