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…
This time of the year is notorious for lists, round-ups, best ofs and worst ofs and like them or hate them, these lists tell us where we’ve been and show us where we’re going. While I did launch my freelance writing career, which I am extremely proud of and grateful for, I didn’t write as…
All the items I included on my list last week as things I will miss when I’m gone (Ode to Nora Ephron) should be what I’m thanking this week. Instead, I have a different list (in no particular order): 1. Thank you, green lights. You instantly put me in a good mood. 2. Thank you,…
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…
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,…
Alexandra, otherwise simply known as The Empress, writes the blog, Good Day, Regular People. She is a supportive blogger, extremely insightful and an amazing writer. I am always thrilled when I get a comment from Alexandra because her words are rich and heartfelt and I feel like she doesn’t just read my posts but she…
It’s not unusual for me to leave clothes in the washer or dryer overnight or to walk out of the house wearing my slippers, but it is unusual for me to put Windex in the refrigerator, completely miss an appointment that I not only have on my phone calendar with an alarm reminder, but also…
I’ve only tried writing fiction a handful of times and I’ve always left my main character nameless because I felt if I named them, then I would grow too attached and having their fate at the mercy of my keystrokes is terrifying. I’m not that caliber of writer yet. Roxanne, on the other hand, is…
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…
