Earlier this week, I wrote about returning to center when life feels as if it's spiraling out of control. I am a work in progress when it comes to keeping the main thing the main thing, but I have a few touch points I use throughout my day to help me remember I am a human being, not a human ... Read More about Practical Tips for Coming Back to Center
Coming Back to Our Center
In the early stages of my journey into writing, I signed up for an online class on writing memoir. The class was filled with writers all along the spectrum of mastery, from novice to English professor with a PhD. To say that I fell into the novice camp is an epic understatement. At the request of ... Read More about Coming Back to Our Center
Craving Balance
"His ears were made of real rabbit fur, and beneath the fur, there were strong, bendable wires, which allowed the ears to be arranged into poses that reflected the rabbit’s mood — jaunty, tired, full of ennui." Kate DiCamillo in The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane I hunch over the steering ... Read More about Craving Balance
Courage to Use Our Voice
I'm dreaming again. The scenarios are different each night, otherworldly and absurd, but when I open my mouth to speak in my dream-state, the words are inevitably drowned out. In my sleep, my voice is silenced. In my waking, I feel a heaviness that won't shift. It sits like a thick knot in my ... Read More about Courage to Use Our Voice
No Rules in the Kitchen: A Guest Post at Grace Table
My dad raved about my mother’s cooking growing up. He came to the table hungry and she fed more than his stomach, she fed his soul with the southern fare of his youth. Chicken fried steak, gumbo with a homemade roux, and heaping bowls of red beans and rice. She baked dessert every few nights, so our ... Read More about No Rules in the Kitchen: A Guest Post at Grace Table
Community Matters
After an afternoon ramble in the sunshine, I checked the mailbox on my walk up to the house. Once inside, I flipped the papers onto the kitchen counter, and a flyer from the local hospital slid out from underneath a pile of junk mail. The words "Community Matters" blinked up at me in brown ... Read More about Community Matters
