A little over a year ago I did a thing that truly changed me. I bought a ticket to the Brave Magic writing workshop in the Redwoods of Santa Cruz where I got to learn from two of my writing inspirations: Cheryl Strayed and Elizabeth Gilbert. Now that the Fall air is starting to settle... Continue Reading →
I started journaling. (I hate this term because it reminds me of being told in Sunday School growing up that we should "journal". In practice, I really believe it to be an important tool, but I want to call it something else.) So, I'm going to call it chronicling. Because, I do what I want.... Continue Reading →
It is dark in my house, although it's only 4 in the afternoon. There is something about being alone, in your most comfortable place, during a dark afternoon. It's like a magical gift. A light scent of lavender incense wafts through the tall ceilings, circling the balloons -- still clinging to their float from days... Continue Reading →
