I adore this pig. And the woman, Annie, who snapped this photo. Just look at that face. Have you ever before wanted to kiss a pig? I adore this piglet, too. I adore Beth Kephart, memorist extraordinaire, and her husband, Bill, sculptor and photographer. Last month we spent five days together on a farm in… Continue reading I love this pig.
It’s been a while since my last post. My world has been turned upside down. I’ve thought about numerous posts: Friends therapy? (Why the hell not?) I miss my effing dog! It’s true: Be careful what you wish for. We are all effed up And, most recently: Just where is The Poor Farm, anyway? Since… Continue reading I’ve been away
I am a little late with my blog post this week as I spent Saturday night with a very sick friend. I told her I would help her in any way I can. I told her I would really love to use my writing skills to help her with any writing or correspondence she needs… Continue reading What I want you to know about my mom is…
I did it. I quit my job to pursue my dream of writing for a living. In a decisive blow to my ego and a major victory for my soul, I mustered the courage week before last to finally pull the trigger. I put time on my boss’s calendar for a “Quick Catch-up,” yet nothing… Continue reading Soul 1, Ego 0
A short, fluffy post today. Nothing deep and meaningful here. My feelings won’t be hurt if you decide to pass. But I need to publicly commit to striking a few words from my vocabulary. And by the way, “fluffy” is not among them. I love fluffy. What a fun word. Say it to yourself: Fluffy. … Continue reading 7 Lazy Words I’m Giving Up
As I sat on my hotel room balcony overlooking the turquoise waters and flaky white sand of Grand Cayman’s Seven Mile Beach last week, I pondered what lies ahead. That’s so me, to be in a beautiful place, literally and figuratively, thinking not about the bird in hand, or in this case the black one… Continue reading Late Bloomers: Can This Grandma Moses Become George McFly?
Week before last, I masqueraded as a writer. In a burst of inspiration a few months ago, I registered for Writefest, a weeklong series of workshops, lectures and panel discussions put on by Writespace, a new community for emerging writers. Writespace is located in Silver Street Studios in Houston, a warehouse turned hive of artist studios, in… Continue reading Falling Down the Wrabbit Hole