Middle Aged Anomaly Tucks in Ass Each Morning

I click “Write” on my Wordpress dashboard, waiting for the spinning wheel that is my brain to slow knowing that it won’t and that focusing on a single stream of steady thought on any one idea will seem impossible. 
No, be impossible.
In 20 minute’s time, I’ve gone from thinking about working out a recipe for apple cinnamon […]

Learning from Writers

Thursday, 25 September 2008, 11:37 | Category : Learning, Plans & Schemes, Questions, Reading, Thoughtful Thursday, Women
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I’ve been reading portions of William Zinsser’s Inventing the Truth, a collection of pieces by talented writers on The Art and Craft of Memoir. It lays open in a place that I’ll see it throughout the day so that I can noncommittally pick it up and think about what the writers have to say about […]

Pigs, Lipstick, and Other Shiny Objects

This is not a light-hearted post, so if you’re just not in the mood to be real, that’s fine.  But right now,  I’m thinking that blogging about my patio flowers, or thoughts about floor covering choices for a remodel, or how much I’d like to mail my flea-ridden pets to Siberia […]

Finding a place to begin

Nike was smart when they launched their campaign admonishing those of us who sit far too long on our ever-expanding rear ends to “Just do It.”  But when you’re someone who is more inclined to first think, then talk about what you are thinking about — like writing — then think about writing before you actually write anything,  clearly […]

Nobody likes orange.

Finally.  A new, peaceful theme.
I wasn’t truly loving the orange in my last digs, but something odd has happened as a result of that recent having to live with it for as long as I did and survive.  When I’m out and about, all things orange catch my eye.  And I have been doing a […]

Open up that golden gate…

Thursday, 1 May 2008, 9:25 | Category : Fab-ology, Gratitude, Hopes & Dreams, Love, Peaflock, San Diego, Smiling, Thoughtful Thursday
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Some time last summer, my mother decided she needed an adventure. A permanent one. She figured that before she was too old to actually do something about it, she would relocate to the East Coast. Maybe that doesn’t sound like an adventure to some, but when you’ve lived in one place for […]