April 27, 2018

My acupuncturist is a bit of a nut.  I used to find her way over the top, with her pseudo-British accent and bizarre commentary on which flavor cupcake she thought I had most in common with (she said red velvet, I suggested strawberry shortcake), while she stuck tiny n...

April 20, 2018

On my current quest for self compassion and spiritual enlightenment (she says with a shy smile), there is a lot going on for me right now in both heart and mind.  It's dizzying, really, but in a butterflies-in-the-tummy kind of way.  Like the feeling you get waiting in...

April 18, 2018

I've been writing a lot more lately - beyond the journal, I mean - although I'm still loyal to that routine.  There's a piece that may (or may not) turn into a coming of age fiction novel (or short story); a series of prompted vignettes (or Flash Fiction work) from a F...

April 5, 2018

In my improv class a a little while ago, I fumbled.  Hard.  My scene partner and I had two choices:  request characters/relationship/our objectives from my teacher OR ask for a suggestion from our audience of fellow classmates.  We chose the former and our teacher set...

April 2, 2018

I wake up each morning at 5:45am to write in my journal - or my Morning Pages, as Julia Cameron calls them.  At first, I was setting my alarm, much to my husband's chagrin.  ("Alexa.  Alexa, cancel alarm...  Alexa!")  Now it is a delightful routine I treasure and look...

April 2, 2018

"Too tired to care"


The two women at the nail salon I visited Friday wore these slogan t-shirts with pride.  And why not?  Tell 'em sisters!  If we can't yell it from the rooftop with a damn megaphone, may as well shout it with a tagline.

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