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I am equal parts verbal and visual. As a writer, I write to discover what I think and what I want to release. My authority is my truth and that seems enough. I write to exist and I exist to write. As I journal and blog, I practice self-compassion, learn self-trust, and have written away much of my anxieties and reconnected with my intuition. I am now connected to a small worldwide community thanks to my writing and have been published with pride.
After blogging for over a year, I took a recent opportunity to take part in an e-course called Blogging Your Way. Led by established blogger, teacher, designer, and public speaker Holly Becker of Decor8, I felt privileged to learn from her. The course and the timing were right. The fact that I’m blogging at all…
The same week from hell that was my birthday found us looking skyward searching the roofline to source out the noise we kept hearing. It was a loud clattering and hard to ignore. So when I saw the little heads peeking out of the aluminum soffit hole, I knew we were in trouble. And when…
No doubt, my secret wish has been to be a writer. But I also knew that once I got paid, I’d belong to the graduating class. I got paid recently by the lovely Amanda at Easton Savvy for a piece (see it in all it’s published glory here). Ironically, it was also the piece that…
Seems it’s understood. As a blogger, I am supposed to be a social networking pro, right? One computer skill begets another. If I’m talking, this must mean I’m social media adept. Fact is, I am rotten lousy at this realm of social. Ironic since I was a media major. 20 years ago, I knew something…
As promised on my facebook intro to my very serious last post, this next one is all about butterflies and cupcakes. Ironically, while waiting for the bus this morning in the driveway, a monarch butterfly mistook Eamon for a flower and scared him. I laughed really hard. Vintage fashion brooch butterflies. I have my grandmothers…
When I travel, I enjoy the immersion in the different places and sites and people who are strange, new, and beautiful. To me, travel means a further comprehension of differences in cultures and being in awe of the world’s diversity and our personal uniqueness’s. The world mirrors the differences between me and you. And we…
(Originally published on Divine Caroline in September of 2009) Ask my husband about his family’s vacations and he will deliver a chirpy recount of playing guitar at beach campfires, sleeping in a pop-up camper, and the frolicking multitude of cousins. My fractured family vacation memory is one trip to a cabin. There was yelling involved….
We had a “meeting” set up for 10am. And we met. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Alberta or Ramona or Jill. But what we really did was to sit in that coffee shop and tell our stories. Each of us has one or two thousand of these. Tales of our locations or our health…
When I began my blog, I was not really a blog follower. I didn’t know, and to a certain extent still don’t know, what kind of blog I will end up being. No big Big picture but I’m working on it. I have many interests. I love to write and ponder and I love decorating…
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…
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