[Author’s note: My goal with #NaBloPoMo is to re-ignite my creativity and push past my inner critic. When my Muse enters dark terrain, I want to follow Her without fear of how people will react to it. The following was inspired by three glasses of wine and Beyonce’s Lemonade album.] …
I’m not well-adjusted enough to be on the Internet the day after my team lost the World Series. #NaBloPoMo doesn’t care about my Sore Loser Social Media Detox, so here I am. But I’m not in the mood to be all writerly (as in the two previous posts), so today’s …
I forget how hard I’ve worked to make it to “okay.” My life has a steady rhythm–a job I enjoy, paid bills with a little leftover to have some fun, time and energy for my creative pursuits. I’m addicted to the stillness; to the freedom found in routine. The proverbial …
It’s the time of year that makes you reach for someone. When you wrap yourself in stories of lovers past to keep warm at night. Scents left behind on your sheets. Gangly frames that clutched your body for dear life. Tentative invitations to “come here” to their side of the …
Tomorrow kicks off National Blog Posting Month (as organized by the good folks at BlogHer) and guess who's participating?
