The cursor waits patiently. There is a stark white canvas in front of me, mine for the taking. The glow of the screen is unforgiving as it lights up my face. The gentle hum of the laptop is the only audible sound apart from my occasional heavy sighs. I’m longing to hear furious keystrokes. I…
I’ve been sharing my words on Letters For Lucas for four years this coming August. I started freelancing over a year ago. I have had my own column since January. And yet, I’m still finding my voice and navigating through my emotions to find out who I am and don’t yet consider myself a writer…
Nicole of Moments That Define Life is my guest today. Nicole is a busy mommy to three little girls, works to support several blogs and is also the brains (and beauty) behind #ShareYourLife, a weekly meme where readers linkup posts sharing glimpses of their lives. Nicole is here today with an important letter to all…
My posts have been sparse and a little on the light side lately. I’ve experienced blog burn out before and taken blogging breaks. I’ve even experienced writer’s block, but this is different. This time it’s personal. Where have I been you ask? I promised myself to take some of the pressure off during the month…
When I think about Alison, I rarely recall that she lives a world away in Malaysia. Instead, I think of her good nature, amazing support (she is usually the very first comment I revive on any given blog post) and beautiful words that I never miss on her newly revamped, Writing, Wishing. Although I hope…
I promise to update you on my BS saga soon, but today I am happy to welcome Carri of Carri Ellen Brown: Snarky Suburban Mom with a Country Heart, (although she may be better known as co-creator of One Martini at a Time) here today. I haven’t met Carri in real life yet, but I…
Ever since Galit and Nicole posed the question, Who Do You Speak For?, it has been on my mind. I have an amazing life but it has been touched with tragedy and loss. My heartaches are no deeper than yours. I share my story here and it helps me more than I ever thought it…
I stood in the shower this morning and cried. I don’t know Diana. I don’t have to. What I do know is, she is the mother of two year old, Bella, she was pregnant with twins and today is suffering a pain so great and deep that it will follow her the rest of the…
A journalism professor I had in college said writers write to get it out of their head. I have never forgotten that and I firmly believe it. My brain is a constant mess of words and phrases, ideas and thoughts all bouncing around trying to find a way out. Sometimes they escape and make sense,…
I honestly don’t pay that much attention to the number of followers I have or the traffic my blog receives on any given day, but I do notice that every time I write about my grief over losing my parents, I lose one or two readers. Especially if it’s consecutive posts, like last week: Ashes…
