This year, I am practicing more self-care while focusing on one writing project at a time.
I am at my happiest when I’m writing, and I am looking to incorporate even more writing into my life in the coming months.
My latest birthday has been a reminder that writing is inevitably tied to other aspects of my life, for better or worse.
I have been trying my hand at growing plants this past year, and one of the things I’ve learned is that some plant bulbs, such as daffodils (which bloom in early spring), should be planted in the cold soil of fall and winter. I was surprised to learn this planting technique, as I would haveContinue reading “Establishing Our Creative Roots this Winter”
Had a funeral for a plant today. Things always get peculiar during periods of unemployment. It was a great plant, you would have agreed. At one time, it had been a luscious, chlorophyll laden beauty, a pink polka dot plant. A hypoestes phyllostachya, if you will. It was a Lazarus of a specimen, surviving myContinue reading “Goodbyes and Hellos: 2019”
Contrary to the popular expression, time does not fly, especially as you get older. No, time is a twenty ton freight train tearing down a set of railroad tracks at an abominable rate. This past year, I realized the uncomfortable truth — that train is never going to slow down. Over the past twelve months,Continue reading “Living a Life of Writing”