In 2008 I began to wake up from the deep sleep of 'supposed to'. I was married, living in the suburbs with three children, a loyal husband, part-time nanny and weekly personal training sessions. It was what I wanted (it's what most people want, right?) and it was wonderful in many ways, but something was missing. [...]
I was seven years old when Elvis died. My young, but romantically faceted inner-world turned this news into a melancholy fantasy where Elvis was my husband and I was in mourning. Upstairs in my mother's bedroom , I stood before the mirror that hung above her dresser. I pulled out a hairbrush and brushed my hair [...]
It seems I'm most alive when I'm dancing on the fringe of a relationship, either almost disentangled or almost entangled. That space where I can taste freedom or I can taste enchantment is where I am creative, brave and generous. It's where ideas flow and my smile is the most genuine. You see, I have a [...]
Woody Harrelson all natural. Who knew Woody Harrelson wrote poetry? I didn’t, until recently when I ran across his poem, Alien Creature, and this line of clarity: I feel like a run-on sentence in a punctuation crazy world. Me too. When do we get to free-write through life with our modifiers dangling, [...]
But if it is the dreamy idleness that children have, an idleness when you walk alone for a long, long time, or take a long, dreamy time at dressing, or lie in bed at night and thoughts come and go, or dig in a garden, or drive a car for many hours alone …With all my [...]
