On Dreams

Others achieve success; they are so happy; we can do it too one day; it could be us. It is so exciting! But, I thought to myself, I've heard this one before.

If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party

There's a South Park episode in which Eric Cartman et al. get so sucked into an online video game that they end up practically leashed to their computers, shoving their faces with junk food and soaking up radiation from their monitors. The end result, before the denouement, shows them strung out from too much screen… Continue reading If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party

Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky

Tonight I sit to write, and yet I cannot. I wait, I am ready, but the words don't come. I want to write of what has come before, the moonlit labyrinth I have walked these past few months, but everything is labored. I look for inspiration from drafts started and unfinished waiting in my blog's… Continue reading Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky

Practice Makes Perfect . . . But I Prefer Peace

Practice makes perfect, or so goes the saying. But perfect? I don't want to strive for perfection. That just turns me into a stress monster with Martha Stewart Disease (see recent Tea Party post). And practice? Isn't that just a heaping bowlful of boring? Seriously, now that no parent is standing over me making me… Continue reading Practice Makes Perfect . . . But I Prefer Peace

I’m Afraid of Everything, But Maybe That’s Not So Horrible

These past two weeks, I have been a bit of a disaster. Not as in real disaster, like the people who, as I tell the kids, have "super big problems," like those people who lost their homes or much, much worse to a tornado or a flood or a war these past few weeks. Fortunately… Continue reading I’m Afraid of Everything, But Maybe That’s Not So Horrible

An Unabashedly Happy Progress Report

Back in the day, when I had an actual job (at a charitable foundation) and wore black pants (polyester) and heels (weensy) on a regular basis, I read a lot of progress reports. I used to wonder if the writers of these progress reports stressed over them before emailing them to me at the final… Continue reading An Unabashedly Happy Progress Report

On Feeling Empty and Being a Fool

I am usually of many words, but tonight I am tired and only have a few. A week ago I received some constructive criticism about my writing from a person who is very important to me, and it sent me reeling. My confidence was shattered in an instant. This person didn't view  my writing in… Continue reading On Feeling Empty and Being a Fool

A Room of My Own

You'd think a trip to Paris would cheer a person up. Instead, ever since we've been back, I can't shake this cloud hanging over my head. I don't even know what it is. Melancholy? Fear of death? An early mid-life crisis? And poor Austin. Ever since I first stepped off the plane at the old… Continue reading A Room of My Own

Renaissance Woman

Recently I was asked what I believe in (as in really believe in), and I was struck mute. But put God and all those tricky questions aside temporarily and I have no problem providing at least one answer: I believe in strange, unexplained coincidences that hint at a level of interconnectedness between us all that… Continue reading Renaissance Woman