This is a real and common challenge – how do we write about the compelling parts of our personal history when those tragic, comedic and painful memories are often tied to trauma that is still humming away inside of ourselves? (If you’d like this post as a PDF,...
It snowed and snowed and snowed last Thursday. The hills are so white, rocky with specks of dark brown and scattered with small trees poking through the snow. It’s so beautiful! Especially because this is my first truly cold and snowy winter in 5 years, since I...
At the moment that I’m writing this letter to you, I’m sitting in my living room, with my laptop on my lap, on a small couch that is low to the ground because the legs are removed. Directly in front of me is a window and French door opening to my backyard, where I can...
I am sitting here, writing this letter, on a sultry Saturday evening. I look across the table in the living room, a corner of which also doubles as a dining room, and I feel drunk on wonder, drunk on love. And yes, I’m drinking a beautiful glass of Malbec, but...
What does it feel like to let yourself roar? Really roar, and feel the fierce knowingness that you carry in your bones come up and out? My experience has been that it feels like truth. Truth telling. Of opening up to a channel of clarity and strength that comes from...
For seven days two weeks ago I had the pleasure of joining a community of writers for a fast and furious (& free!) online writer’s workshop. Writing in a no holds back community is such a joy. Liberated Lines: Amplify brought me back to my fierce love of...
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