2019 is my year of create, so I might as well create a few recipes. Last week: my own personal breakfast pizza. This was an unplanned experiment … I was hungry, I had eggs, I had pizza crust. But I’ve now had it three times this week! It made a beautiful post fitness class breakfast this morning:
Stumble & Keep Moving
The funk I’d been in all week broke yesterday. Funk for me = broken routines, lack of focus, unexplainable lethargy. But yesterday my body pulled […]
A Mini Fresh Start: Painting My Nails
I paint my nails a couple times a week, a relatively new routine. Most of my life nail paining was saved for special occasions or […]
Sanctuaries
I find a sanctuary on my balcony yestereve, with Einstein bulbs strung up and a blanket on my legs and a laptop on my lap where writing coming easier for once.
Writing Plan Brainstorm
In my year of Create my primary goal has been to write more. Not only this blog – a daily exercise to get words on the page – but fiction. I set up an accountability check with my friend where we send every two weeks . . . and I wrote about all this a few weeks ago already.
But my last accountability check was such a poor showing I clearly need to make a new game plan for writing fiction if I am committed to writing fiction. This morning I need a space to brainstorm a plan.
Impermanence
Impermanence. The antithesis to the forever two little girls imagined on a trampoline. We wondered about God and the blackness when we closed our eyes […]
Power
Power, grounded in my heels
Hardening beneath my skin
It vibrates slowly and when I look closer
Endlessly
Anything, anything, anything
It says
Just begin
On International Fucking Women’s Day
Awesome. This is definitely the kind of thing I want to hear from my Lyft driver while wearing a slinky black tank top and getting a ride home alone after dark.
A Movie With Friends On Thursday Night
I walked up the movie theater stairs carefully in the dark as the pre-show played behind me. My seat in the back row, near the […]
Buy Yourself Flowers
As a kid, I didn’t understand why people sent each other flowers. I guess they were pretty but I would rather have had most anything else as a gift. Like that thirty dollars you spent on a bouquet. But as a kid I also didn’t understand why people liked chocolate ice cream so I was wrong about a lot of things.