For as many women posted something with the hashtag #metoo, and for those who didn’t, there are as many emotions and opinions about the effort and what it means. I realize that many men can also share a #metoo story, but I’m not a man and this is about my reactions as a woman. So,… Continue reading #MeToo… And
Tuesday = pm workout so a morning free to dedicate to writing The entire world is smokey this morning, the smell lingering in my nose and reminding me of the forest fires raging less than an hour from where I sit. How does one appreciate the sunrise, knowing its beauty comes from destruction? Can one?… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee
On Saturday morning, I finally dusted off my journal in one of the most serene spots I’ve enjoyed writing in. The past few months have been a true grind: a big grant deadline on the 25th; a grant that’s been in planning stages for years and the intensity of actually creating what turned out to… Continue reading The Hummingbird
An unedited transcript of today’s journal entry.
The second J and I walked into our apartment for the first time and saw the huge south-facing windows, we were pretty much sold. The kicker was that there is one pane of glass facing west, directly towards the ocean. It took me no time at all to establish a new habit (at the expense… Continue reading Whale watching
On April 20th, without giving it too much thought, I titled a blog post “A Blog a Day.” I set no parameters, no end-date. It’s now been a month, which seemed like a good minimum for a new habit. I already wrote a bit about trying to maintain writing in some form every day, even… Continue reading One month!
I opened a document and then started inspecting my nails. I’ve never had great fingernails. I bit them as a kid… and as an adult. I no longer chew them down to the nubs. But I catch myself biting them when I’m nervous, when I’m bored, when I’m both. Or even if I don’t take… Continue reading Nail-biter