real, raw motherhood
Last month, I decided to start writing again and I set a goal to publish weekly as I used to do several years ago. I’ve met the goal four weeks in a row, an encouraging start. It was even easier than anticipated. Inspiration had been close at hand. But today, it doesn’t feel easy. In…
I am celebrating the one year anniversary of my blog. I have published one new essay every week for a year. No small feat. In some ways, writing has become easier and yet it’s still hard. It is a weekly exercise in manifesting a personal yearning, overcoming procrastination and defeating perfectionism. It is is a…
“Will you write something today?” my husband asked as I was walking out the door. “I’m going to try” was my first answer but then I reconsidered: “Yes. I’m going to write something“. My first reply answered a question he hadn’t actually asked. “Will you write something good today?“, is what my brain had registered.…
I have a dream. I dream of writing a book. Pages and pages of words. My words. I dream of crafting sentences, which, when read together, make a story. And since in the world of dreams, anything’s possible, I dream of a magnificent story. One that will touch people, expand their hearts, make them laugh…