inspired to be ourselves
I wrote this post last January, on my poetry blog. I remembered it the other day when I read this wonderful post by Mme. Kennedy about slogging through the creative doldrums. I’d like to re-dedicate it to all the NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo warriors out there, headed into the home stretch this week. Yes, even you crazy NaMoShoeBlo’s. You go. Several years ago, I […]
(Sorry I managed to screw up posting two weeks in a row. But my computer BROKE yesterday. New computer today! Yay.) My mom is over 80. She recently got a letter in the mail from someone she had gone to grammar school with. The letter was from a woman, Jill, who had been in the […]
I’ve been reading through my old paper journals from my single years. It’s all been very entertaining, except for one volume that I now refer to as the volume of crazy. There are more crazy volumes, but they are in more formal blue journal binder like things. This is just a little flowered notebook that […]
As people who follow me at Notes already know, it has been a stressful and uncertain time for my husband and I these past several months. His fledgling freelance graphic design business went through a slow period, and our ship began taking on water. We have been listing badly. “It’s expensive to not have enough […]
I promise not all my Wednesday posts are going to be pulled from old Utah newspapers, but I thought this story of forgiveness was particularly moving. Mother of shooting victim forgives killer. While it’s an amazingly huge thing to do—many of us would be inclined to punish the killer to the full extent of the […]
Today I’m going to make you cry. And how will I accomplish this, you ask? Well, I’m going to share a few things that consistently bring tears to my eyes in a feel good sort of way. First up? There’s this. I visit Blackbird’s website every day because she’s so damned cozy. I visit her […]
These past few weeks I’ve found a renewed commitment to defining my dreams. There was a point in my life when I knew, I KNEW, exactly what I wanted out of life and had a plan to get there. But the last two years have found me slowly sliding backwards and down into a dark […]
