The blank page speaks

I call it the tyranny of the blank page. I also call it the miracle of the blank page. How that plays out is up to me more often than not. I can tell myself that blank page will mock me because what I fill it with will not be good enough/smart enough/has been said…

Get out there and change the world

I cannot be this age. Truly. No milestone birthday looms this year. Instead, my youngest niece is about to graduate from college. And my friends’ children are studying to be journalists, doctors, scientists. I will not age myself and say that time flies—but I feel like I blinked at the Indy 500. My friend asked…

Postcards from the scenic overlooks of life

It usually happens to me after I have published a blog post. Sometimes, it occurs in the grocery store. An acquaintance will approach, face filled with pity, and ask, “How ARE you? Are you holding up OK?” Or I receive an email that reads, “Your latest blog seemed so melancholy. Is all ok?” The sentiment…

Looking for kismet? It’s in my filing cabinet.

It is amazing how long it can take to clear out the remnants of a former life. It is more remarkable that you find you are clearing out remnants of your former self. As you clear out physical items you no longer need, you realize you have also cleared out pieces of yourself that are…

An open book

I sigh in exasperation at yet another item littering the floor of my youngest’s room. Will he never learn to tame the clutter? And then I smile, my attitude flipping as easily as a page. A page in the book that was the object “littering” the floor of his room. This particular book was a…

The writing life

When you’re a writer, people seem to feel you must be bohemian enough to accept them asking you anything. Or maybe people are just rude. I prefer to think the former. Regardless, I’ve had many people ask me why I write. They look at me, curiously, wondering what the payoff is. Sometimes, the tone is…