Last night I left home for my Third Annual Writing Retreat — a handful of late summer days and nights spent all alone in a quiet nest with the intention of making You Are Not Stuck into a book. As any writer will tell you, this journey of creation is one that’ll make you crazy if… More »
Sitting down at my bedroom desk to write this morning, I realized something didn’t feel right. Something was making me uncomfortable and twitchy. Something around me. LITERALLY. It was my bra. So I unhooked that sucker and flung it across the room. It landed right here. And here is where it shall stay until such… More »
Sad to say but undeniably true: We do not wake up each morning feeling terrific. Sure, some days we do and we are rarin’ to go and those days are FABULOUS! But other days we may start with a baseline of sadness, or fear, or brokenheartedness, or doubt, or despair. Or wishing things were different,… More »
For all of you out there who are curious and brave and stretching and healing and loving yourselves whole and doing the hard work of getting unstuck, I have two words: Keep. Going. Don’t lose that grit, baby. It’s the spring that feeds your willingness, your commitment, your resilience – and we bow to it.… More »
This afternoon I’m tubing with my kids and my sister’s family. Not the lazy tubing we do behind a pontoon boat with an egg-beater motor at our tiny little lake in Missouri… but Texas tubing, which was more like being dragged behind a wake the size and shape and intensity of a tsunami, the kind… More »
Nostalgia’s on overdrive today as some mysterious force lured me down Memory Lane. This is my old Catholic grade school, up high on the bluffs of the Mississippi River, butting up to a national military barracks and cemetery. The school shut down years ago – replaced by a private academy that operates there now –… More »
I was quiet yesterday about the horrible news of the nightclub massacre in Orlando because I just couldn’t quite process it. Forty-nine people dead and more than that injured. I wanted to write a message of peace and hope and love, but the words didn’t come. For 24 hours, no words at all. But, this… More »
When I was 16, I got into a fight with a petite Italian girl whose gloriously curly hair reminded me of strands of extra-long rotini. We fought over a boy, in the parking lot of the pizza joint where we both worked. She may have been small, but she packed a big punch – literally… More »
Laying in bed, listening to my little bird friends singing their morning songs, when a rain storm passes through. The thing I notice the most? THE BIRDS NEVER STOP SINGING. They’re getting dumped on, but they keep on singing their happy songs. Thanks for leading by example, bird friends. Proof you can’t drown out happiness. ????
Spring is in full bloom in my hometown of St. Louis – red buds, magnolias, cherry trees – each sight more lovely than the last. This is a significant time of renewal for most of us, I think – at least it has been for me for the last dozen years or so. One year I’d had my head… More »
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