Art & Writing
The mirror moment marks that unmistakable point in time when we take the courage to step up to our own destiny, and declare “I got this.”
Want to know the truth? I left journalism because I couldn’t write another obituary. Aside from the long hours, the low pay, and the high mileage logs, I was done writing copy for Page A6. That’s the right page, isn’t it? The Obituaries. In my time as a journalist, each day brought exciting new adventures….
I wasn’t born yesterday. And I’m learning to recognize the wounds that make a woman or a man less than whole.
An eternal optimist, I try to make the best of things. But every pandemic summer has its days.
The gloves came off. I removed the mask. And I bared myself to the hemlock trees. Unfiltered.
As the world continues to change in the midst of a global pandemic, I find myself writing more poetry than anything else. Sometimes I struggle to write a full poem, so I started taking notes. Follow the hashtag on social media!
If you want to stir things up, join me for a social distancing experiment! Expect a bit of comedy, confessions, commiserating, conversation and creativity.
Written in 2005, this poem was born out of romantic love. Perhaps it holds new meaning in 2020.
Grief is such a poignant emotion. It has a particularly profound impact when the world grieves collectively, as entire communities endure tragic or unexpected loss. The month of April marked a difficult time for us.
A creative individual, I draw a lot of inspiration from nature, the night sky, the written word, and the many talented people who cross my path.
