Cassandra speaks the truth but all we hear are riddles. She stands in the ruins of the battle she lost. Holds out her arms with bruises like confessions. We study their pattern, their shape, their color before asking, Where is your proof? Cassandra speaks to...
Happiness is a feeling. It’s the tingling warmth spreading from your heart throughout your body that makes you smile, perhaps even giggle. You feel it at your birthday party when your best friend gives you the perfect gift. Or when you find your favorite ice...
I am writing a book that takes all of my creative energy and focus. That means I stopped blogging (a year ago!) so I could concentrate on writing a manuscript. Tonight, I felt the familiar compulsion that grows from the center of my solar plexus and presses against my...
Hidden away in a large plastic bin are years of my writing; poems, plays, short stories, articles, essays… even a finished book-length manuscript. Why are they stored in a bin and buried in my bedroom? Because I am terrified of rejection. I used to send my work...
It’s a new season on Dancing With The Stars, which means I am once again obsessing over Cheryl Burke, Valentin Chmerkovsky, Mark Ballas and Karina Smirnoff. I’m watching fierce dance routines and booing the judges as if ballroom dance was a football...
When was the last time you gave yourself permission to rest? I mean lie on the couch with a good book kind of rest. Or take a leisurely walk with no particular destination in mind, without the dog, kind of rest. If you’re a parent, the “slow days of...
