I’m not big on those year-end letters. You know the ones: What a year! I am humbled that I was able to make it to the top of Mount McKinley, dodging four avalanches, and in record time! Junior was unable to make the trip as he was being awarded the Nobel Prize for Microphysics in… Continue reading 2016: a year of women, writing
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.
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
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
It’s been an exhilarating two weeks. I started my blog with an intention but not much of a plan. My intention was to write, regularly, and to share personal stories about my life experiences. If you read my initial post, you could envision what Karen v1 would have done. I would have had a plan.… Continue reading Seeing the Light: Allowing with Intent
My 44-year-old sister’s violent death in 2004 at the hands of a drunk driver rocked my and my family’s world. At first, I went about my business as marketing director of a Houston-based software company, thinking I was OK. But after a few weeks, I realized I was really, really not OK. I realized my… Continue reading Waking Up Without a Wake-Up Call: Transformation Without Tragedy
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