Writers get confused. We think writing gives us an excuse for being alive. We forget that being alive is unconditional and that life and writing are two separate entities. Often we use writing as a way to receive notice, attention, love. “See what I wrote. I must be a good person.” We are good people… Continue reading “We are good people before we ever write a word”
As much as I despise journalling some days, it is often on those days when I am challenged most by what surfaces in my writing. A question I posed to myself one afternoon recently was “What would happen if I let these rules go, the rules I have set for myself for one reason or another?… Continue reading Oh, how I need more of this in my life
I sat there on my turquoise sitz bath, staring down at a Maxi pad the size of a toddler’s pull-up. Staring down at a bulging tummy of purple stretch marks that looked like a tribal sun tattoo around my belly button. Listening to a newborn cry across the hall. Trying to find a moment of quiet… Continue reading When Life Hits You Real Hard
I’m an elementary school teacher and it certainly is a focus of mine to help my students feel proud of their accomplishments throughout the year. But pride isn’t just for the 6 year old. Last night I completed my first 10 kilometre run and the feeling of pride that overwhelmed me at the end of… Continue reading When was the last time you genuinely felt proud? Maybe it’s time!