Fearless Writing Challenge; day’s 81/82: Post-vacation let down

I thought perhaps I would feel re-invigorated after vacation. That maybe the time spent totally in the present, not worrying about the dogs or laundry or dishes would allow space for inspiration to break through.  Nope.  It did let in space for a cold, though.  So, I’m taking a break. I’m in the middle of […]

Fearless Writing Challenge; Day 25: Ten Things I Am Grateful For

Silence: I love the quiet, I find it to be so restorative. I often go on retreat and always think I will sleep endlessly – catch up on the hours I have missed, but then, in the silence I find myself energized and I get up early, refreshed.  Coffee. I am so grateful for strong, […]

Fearless Writing Challenge Day 19: When Will You Remember Me?

I hope you remember me when you see pink roses or smell strong coffee. And of course you will think of me when you hear someone speaking French, or you stand on the Eiffel Tower and are still enough to feel the sway of the floor beneath you and the Parisian wind in your hair. Of course […]

Fearless Writing Challenge Day 17; or My Mom Visited Yesterday

Maybe it was the eclipse the day before that thinned the space between us, but something strange happened yesterday, on the 7th anniversary of my mom’s passing. As a writer, it is not unusual for me to have a “flash of inspiration” where all of a sudden I get an idea for a story or […]

I’m officially a Badass!

Hey Peeps! Wanted to share a bit of AWESOMNESS with you this afternoon – I am honored to be on the cover of April’s BADASSERY MAGAZINE!  Big Props to dear friend and photographer, Michelle Riddle, for the cover-worthy shot. And to the team at Badassery for printing my poem, Pussy Has 9 Lives! #yourock Woot […]

The Power of the Pen

In the 9 months since I embarked (again) on my quest to become a full-time writer, things have been going well. Each month brings new, exciting opportunities to showcase my writing talent and ability.  While it continues to be a roller coaster, with very high highs and plummeting, heart-stopping lows, I wouldn’t trade it for […]