I have never opened a ripe mango and not wanted to lick it. It may be true that my first mango was not until I went to Mexico. If there was one before that I can only say it was not memorable and who cares about a forgettable mango anyway. No it was in my late...
One of the best things I could have done for my writing was to take a painting class. Though it uses the same skills that I use as a writer, I’m less obsessed with the outcome. I’m more aware of thoughts that encumber my progress. I notice areas of resistance and...
Though I finished reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed more than a week ago, I’m still mesmerized by the courage and determination it took for her to hike the Pacific Crest Trail all alone. But what has really stuck with me is the process of finding yourself through...
This morning as I pushed the button to open my garage, I saw something running along the door frame of the double garage door. I quickly turned back into the house and slammed the door. I grabbed my cell phone and called my husband. I told him what I saw and waited...
I wrote two things earlier this morning and here they are Thing Number One: In response to a prompt that asked “If you were to write a book today, what would you want it to prove?” I thought, 1. Ice cream is heaven sent and will heal most things.2. When ice cream...
