1. Thou shalt not waste readers’ time. Offer up thy readers a worthy sacrifice that they might take and leave satisfied. 2. Thou shalt honor thy muse. Be prepared in season, out of season to seize inspiration when she comes that ye might write, dance, photograph, paint thy bliss. Be not caught without thy scroll,… Read More The Ten Commandments of Blogging
A therapist once told me of a client who kept her Christmas tree up all year because it made her feel good. The woman brought to my mind Miss Haversham from Dickens’ Great Expectations who from the moment of her abandonment at the altar does the rest of her life in a wedding dress. But… Read More Great Expectations
I was crossing a rough set of tracks in a 28-wheel diesel truck in October of 2013 when to my astonishment and horror, the crossing gates suddenly dropped, the red lights began to flash, and the warning bells rang. With not even time to think, all I could do was tighten my grip on the… Read More Hit by a Train
I wonder if she woke feeling any different that day, if she’d had any telltale dreams. We women have our sixth sense about things. But she probably had no inkling that it was her last dawn, at least on this earth. It was a sudden heart attack. Who did she greet on the way out… Read More Our Final Day and a Deal With God
we felt so grown up when we were kids and now wonder that we are so old when we’re not yet grown we started losing our parents to time and frailty. in the cycle of life things go upside down sometimes you rush d o w n the rabbit hole into a world… Read More midnight in wonderland
“Mimi, what do you wish for the most?” I couldn’t speak. The question distilled my deepest desires down to sudden tears that stung. Only later did I realize the knee-jerk response hadn’t been to play with The Royal Philharmonic. I swallowed the truth that would sadden my niece. To deflect her attention, I whispered, “What… Read More Wishing Well
Seven-and-a-half ~ Yes, we all have our job. Yours is to study, mine is to cook and teach you, Daddy’s is to make money. Huh. I have the hardest job of all. ————— Umma, what is the bottom number? The lowest number….the floor? *Smile* It’ll be a negative number, right? Way below zero. Only God… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 3
At seven-and-a-half, Tennyson memorized the first seven verses of John 1 in Latin and English in the homeschooling with Classical Conversations, a global home education program based on the ancient Classical model of learning. I set each text to song and he downed them like dessert. In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum,… Read More Long Live Latin
I noticed something about the colors of the words that streamed from my head when I started blogging two years ago. The spectrum had many light, bright hues. Looking back at the single young woman from this side of time, I was a little startled at the levity in the beloved writing that I had… Read More The Writing Process: Color
A Holistic Journey 