A Slice of Ramble

This is not even a real post. Writing that sentence helps to take some of the pressure off. I’m hungry, I’m trembly, and I’m a little bit tired. I probably shouldn’t even be here trying to eke out anymore writing for the day. It’s 3:30 on a sunny Monday and I’ve already written (elsewhere) way…

I’m Better

I don’t want you to think I’m over here drowning in a pool of my own tears. I’m better today, truly. I have no regrets about sharing that post yesterday, especially if it made anyone reading feel less alone with their own angst. I’m strengthening my Love muscle over here, getting my heart pumped for…

Now that the secret’s out …..

So how do I feel now that I’ve come clean about starting a podcast? Well, my feelings are mixed and they are swirling like an eager wind grabbing dry leaves and other debris, only everything grabbed is useful for me to notice. I realize I am always having to navigate around the habits of old…

What Am I Afraid Of?

I imagine if I were to put it to a vote, some people would tell me to stop writing so openly about my vulnerabilities. And I would tend to agree with them except for one, not so minor, consequential item— my creativity would be stifled. If it frightens me to come here and disclose my…