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It Shouldn’t Have Happened To Her

It shouldn’t have happened to her or them or him or even— to me.  My eyes open to the gift of life each morning with hope and expectation.  The hope of a good day at work and the automatic expectation that the day will result in a return trip home, crawling into bed and driftingContinue Reading

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Notes from Writing Class

Last night in class, our instructor had us write letters to ourselves from our persistence and from our inspiration. Great writing prompts. We had three minutes to write each one.  I thought I would share just for fun.  Maybe you need encouragement to press on towards a goal.  Write a quick letter to yourself! TheContinue Reading

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Musings about Love from An Essay of Transformation

The more I learn about love, about simply loving- the more I am endeared to it, permeated by it and transformed into a vessel of it.  Love mystifies me. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb, an exclamation, a question, a name, a sin, a choice, an antonym for hate, it isContinue Reading

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The Camino de Santiago…and Why I have to go.

  I am three months into preparation to walk the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage  (aka The Way of St. James) beginning in St. Jean Pied de Port, France and ending at Santiago de Compostela, Spain. I still have several months of preparations to make…but am now, today, making my intention public. Four years ago, myContinue Reading

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An Essay of Transformation

Sadness envelopes me like a shroud. Spindly, grisly fingers of despair clutch my throat, the heaviness of grief slowly crushing my chest as rise and fall of respirations slows to a lethal pace.  Remaining bubbles of life-giving oxygen escape my body.  Numb with death, a single tear slips down my cheek, the only evidence lifeContinue Reading

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Hallways In My Mind

Hallways in my mind are made of brick. Red, rough edges of brick, mortar, metal lockers. Hallways of my high school in Mississippi. Cold metal, brick, glass windows. Cold feelings or  feeling cold? Not sure. Wait, quite sure.  Certain. I’m unable to feel. Everything feels cold, alien, void. Surreal. Alternate universe. Thoughts going through myContinue Reading

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Still Under Construction!!

New site format up and coming.  Stay Tuned!  

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Thoughts on Post Election Paroxysm

Thoughts on how the Presidential Election has (not) affected my writing life. I have spent over a week…almost two…pouring every ounce of my energy into holding my shit together… I’ve written a few pieces that honestly would make a saint want to kill themselves…and I’ve got a total numbness to the election. Surprise?…yes..but in aContinue Reading

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UNDER CONSTRUCTION

My website is under construction–converting it to more of a blog and removing content from my coaching business.  Forgive the confusion…I’ll have it sparkling new in a jiffy. (PSSST…..Watch for new content…There is a new book in the works!)

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Writing With The Muse

Writing it out— Just a note about letting the muse work. I noticed a marked difference in the content of my writing while in Carmel. Mainly, the difference is that now I sit down with no forethought of what I will write. If I’m doing research or structuring chapters, that is a different mindset. I’m talking aboutContinue Reading

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It Shouldn’t Have Happened To Her

It shouldn’t have happened to her or them or him or even— to me.  My eyes open to the gift of life each morning with hope and expectation.  The hope of a good day at work and the automatic expectation that the day will result in a return trip home, crawling into bed and drifting…

Notes from Writing Class

Last night in class, our instructor had us write letters to ourselves from our persistence and from our inspiration. Great writing prompts. We had three minutes to write each one.  I thought I would share just for fun.  Maybe you need encouragement to press on towards a goal.  Write a quick letter to yourself! The…

Musings about Love from An Essay of Transformation

The more I learn about love, about simply loving- the more I am endeared to it, permeated by it and transformed into a vessel of it.  Love mystifies me. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb, an exclamation, a question, a name, a sin, a choice, an antonym for hate, it is…

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