The idea of reinventing myself is an interesting concept. Invention refers to creative ability, but to “reinvent” means to change something so much that it appears entirely new. Entirely new?
Tomorrow I will load out my bike with all the camping gear I have slowly amassed over the past year. I will undoubtedly overpack, then set out on an overnight
And so it begins. My own year of magical thinking. Not exactly like Joan Didion’s memoir, but yes, grief is a part of it. I don’t think you ever get
Many people spend the first part of the New Year sort of rethinking their life, and it doesn’t take The Force to convince us to do it. It comes fairly
Hey all! I’m so very excited to announce the official launch of Finn Again!!! This book has been a long time in the waiting, but it’s finally here!! It’s currently
I have to admit. I laughed at this one. Out loud. And then I cried a little. On the inside. And then I smiled when I realized life is kinda
I attended an amazing Ted-X event in Salem, Oregon recently with a theme of Fearless. Or maybe, Fear-Less, depending on how you look at it. Either way, the timing of this
It usually takes me about six months of living in a new place before I really figure out where the furniture should go. The day you move in, you think
At the end of this journey the prompts are asking me to think about my core story. The truth of who I am and where it is leading me. I
This is where I spent last weekend. Well, not standing in that specific spot with a beer in my hand the entire time, although one of those things might still be
I’m supposed to talk about myself. Again. This is getting really old. And really freaking personal. But ok, here goes… Today’s prompt wants me to talk about recent encounters with
Today’s assignment: Take a random page from a book and create a blackout poem from it. I chose The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, and randomly selected page 131. Here’s what
I’m not sure who I should have been, or if that’s even a thing, providence and destiny being what they are–or aren’t. I know who I was, have a vague
Today I have on my metaphorical explorer hat – you know, kind of Indiana Jones style. Like an archeological dig. Only this time the dig is inside my dusty heart.
I recently decided to re-read an old classic that inspired me to write many many years ago. It’s called Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. If you’ve somehow been living
http://writeyourselfalive.org For the next 30 days I’ll be participating in a writing workshop designed to help bring your creativity back to life. I need this. I need it