There should be a cap, or a release valve on feelings. Anger, happiness, angst, sadness, I want to experience them, I don’t want to be numb, but I think sometimes my feelings are on steroids. I’m going through some variation of the same things other people are going through, but it’s as if I’m experiencing…
He took her breath away. It has been written a million times. I’ve written it myself. Of course he’s not literal taking the air out of her lungs. That would lead to gasping and a really ugly ordeal. He’s making her feel like she can’t breath, either physically, or my favorite, without even touching her.…
Just imagine if we could all be ourselves. I’m not sure we wouldn’t kill each other, but no doubt we would let out a collective sigh of relief. The expectations of others is only outdone by the expectations we put on ourselves. The pressure can be immense. I feel like one of the bennies of…
We are What We Believe Ourselves to Be. I have these little quotes, word groups, prophetic prose, that I print and magnet up on the board behind my computer. I face a wall in my office, so I try to make it a pretty wall. These little statements usually change every week. Sometimes they are…
Characters. When I write, it starts with the characters. Some writers are inspired by places, or objects, or scenes. I need the characters first. I have to know them, all their wonderful qualities, what makes them tick, how they’re damaged, and their quirks. Quirks are my favorite, I actually collect them. They make a character…
Culturally Literate. I have to say I don’t recall ever hearing this phrase until a few days ago. I understand literacy to mean able to read and write. It could also encompass being knowledgable. In my mind, a person does not need to be formally educated to be literate. But then “culture” is added and…
This picture is the final piece. The laundry room is now in place and my Pinterest Life is all set and ready to go. I have great books and movies, some casual clothes for my every day treks through Paris and Rome, but most of the time I’ll be wearing gowns. Yes, that’s right all…
Lower it up. When my children were younger if they wanted the music or a movie turned up they would say, “Lower it up, please.” It started with our oldest daughter and the phrase was handed down to the other two. My youngest still slips up and says it now and then. I love the…
It is not often that the words “death” and “vibrator” come together in the same conversation, let alone the same sentence. At least not in my life. I’m sure the two words taken individually could produce a plethora of entertaining dialogue, but together they make for an interesting nail appointment. I’m sitting in the cushy…