It’s October. I’m at my parents’ house, the house my dad built with his own hands from the ground up. I lived in this house from age 2 until I moved out at 25. But I’ve had roots on the property since before I was born. Like any good child, I left some (many) things …
Some writing is easy. It comes easily and flows almost automatically from my brain through my fingers and on to the page. My brain has already done all the work and doesn’t feel the need to interfere with editing or additions while I’m writing. This kind of writing doesn’t make me stop and consider whether …
Writing is not romantic. Growing up, I thought writers lived this wonderful life. They travelled often, wandering down cobblestone streets, notebook in hand, jotting down observations and thoughts. When it came time to write, words just flowed out of them. They would sit at a desk or a table in a little cabin tucked away …
Things have been a little wonky over here lately. Not in a bad way. More like “I’m trying to figure things out without getting discouraged” kind of way. It’s no secret that the writing on the blog has been different. I’m working on a longer writing project and trying to save my creative energy for …
A while back, as I was thinking through some ideas in my head, I wondered, “Why do I write?” What is it in my being that compels me to put pen to paper? Why do I feel more myself when I’m writing regularly? I had a health scare not long after moving here. Most of …
The title of this post may be a bit deceiving. I’m not actually great at silencing the voice of guilt in motherhood or anywhere else. But I’m working on it. Maybe you feel the weight of mom guilt, too. I’ve been trying a few things lately – perhaps they’ll help you, too. Emotions have been …
When we first moved to Italy, I had a video chat with a friend. She and her husband recently relocated back to the States. They purchased a house and moved in after nearly two months of living in a hotel. During our chat, she told me about their home improvement projects—painting, electrical work, and landscaping. …
Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself – Samuel Butler Friends, in the spirit of honesty, I have a confession to make. Writing is hard for me. Ok – so writing is hard for a lot of people. But as someone who feels a tug on her heart to share via the written …
