PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way. GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey
I’m starting to regret my commitment to post every day about my journey to “write myself alive”. If I’m going to be honest (and that is what I committed
We interrupt this 30 day writing challenge to bring you an important message from our sponsor: She’s out riding this: In fact “this” is the pictorial illustration of day 13’s
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
Moments are lost every day. Like words that escape from our mouths, chased by regret, some things can never be recaptured. Moments alter the fabric of reality, and yet we
I’ve been reading through old journals. Yes, I keep them, and no, I don’t read them very often. Hardly ever, actually. But after this last move I had a whole
I realized something very interesting on Day 4 of this challenge. The dig deeper question asked us to list 5 things other than writing that make us feel truly alive.
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.
The day I signed the papers to place my mother into a skilled nursing facility, I had dinner with a man who, just the day before, had lost his brother
Yesterday was my “self-pampering day”. I have spent the last 2 weeks moving, cleaning, hauling stuff to the dump and goodwill, all in between working at three different jobs. So
It was bound to happen – a human can’t possibly move that many times in that many years and have that many major events and job changes and life transitions