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Creative Soul Living is what I call the way I choose to live my everyday life with creative intent. I believe it’s not only possible, but also necessary to create the life you want to see and be. In acknowledging our creativity, we develop self-trust and soothe our collective souls.
Everyone wished me Good Luck for my Friday Doctor’s appointment. My answer was, “I’m lucky enough”. While there we got the official “Yup, you’re pregnant” from the real doctor’s office pregnancy test. He said, “Well, your pregant” and I looked at the good Dr. O’ Brien and said “Some Stuff, huh?” Only not Stuff. He…
This moment is the first one I can claim as being alone at home this summer. Sure the husband and I enjoyed a needed break last Friday when the boy went to Grammy and Pop Pop’s. We watched a movie before 9pm. Usually that’s post book-reading and saying goodnight time. Decadent. The movie was kinda…
If you read an article I recently had published in the Chestertown Spy entitled Homemade Mistakes, I mentioned “the carpenter with more integrity than any man I know” or something flattering like that. That would be Mr. Neil. It’s a privilege to know him. He’s a super nice guy. He’s also a former Eastern Shore…
Last week I fell in love with the comfort of old friendship. The weeks before this, I was in love with the beautiful fields of Summer on the Eastern Shore. And I am grateful today for the love of family. And the creativity that lights in my heart from the combination of all of these…
I noticed myself feeling anxious when recalling someone’s name recently. And I became slightly flustered. Yet, on another occasion, I realized I actually knew the name of the person I worried I’d forgotten. As my friends will attest to, I have a pretty sharp memory. Where I may have temporary memory loss of your name…
I recently became that sort of woman everyone has worked with who can always trump your bad story with hers. “Oh you think that’s bad ?”, she’ll say and launches into rant proving her life sucks worse than yours. As this foggy bad state of mind was lifting, I realized I had not been receiving…
(This is the last of three parts as this was too big of a story to tell in just one measly posting. Part Two is Here) On that fateful April Fool’s Saturday night, my bubble of ignorant bliss busted. I “suddenly” discovered I’d been driving illegally for a year and a half and looked for…
(This story has three parts because it was too big to tell in just one post. Tomorrow night’s post.? The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves and the third part What Does It All Mean?) A half hour into April fool’s Day 2012, I was being pulled over on my town’s bypass 100 yards from…
I worked on this and then put it down. But to maintain and create an audience, I finished and offered it up for publication. So, if you are not a friend on my Facebook page, or reside in Easton and regular reader of the Talbot Spy, enjoy a feature-length article I wrote on my ascent…
Sometime into my motherhood, I began to joke that I’d retired from the world and gone into waste management. I was responsible for the emissions, whether they occurred inside or outside the diapers. And I was, and still am, queen of changing the cat box and cat puke clean up. Most importantly, I am…
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