I’ve had a lot of negative self talk lately. A lot of negativity, period. When I decided to eat gently without a scolding diet, and to move around gently without punishing my form, some things began to shift. I remembered I no longer have a garden. Sometimes I stay inside all day, ...
Writing
Macaroni stuck to construction paper. The minty taste of glue paste. Rows of crayons with perfectly smooth conical tips and that that little flat end on the tippy top. Those were some of my first art supply memories. I was born to makers and raised in a creative environment so when I imagine ...
Heading out my front door as a child I had great choices. I could turn towards the right through the yard and maze of rose bushes, to the tree house, back fields, or tiger lilies. If I went straight ahead I could climb the pines, skip down the gravel drive, or jump the fence to the horse. And ...
On the way home from driving the carpool to school today, I was listening to our local public radio station’s morning show, First Coast Connect. They were discussing the ongoing struggle to get Jacksonville’s Human Rights Ordinance updated. This will be the third time the city council has voted ...
In this place, pictured above, I unplugged for a weekend with friends. Burnt out, frustrated, stressed and frazzled, I leaned into the advice circulating from various resistance groups to acknowledge fatigue. My friends and I set up camp. We built fires and set out elaborate and ...
When finished the second draft of my novel, The Perfect Traveler, I had a sludge of slow cooked emotions in my pot. Relief, pride, discouragement, frustration, embarrassment, achievement….never has the classic writing advice to, “put it away in a drawer for awhile and forget about ...