Dear readers, Happy New Year! What’s good in your life right now? I am looking at the lit candle and letting myself daydream for a little. We have officially said goodbye to 2020! We have made through an incredible challenging year. It is time to collect lessons learned and start imaging and creating a path… Read More »
Dear readers, How are you doing? I needed to write to you. I didn’t expect depressive episodes to visit one week after I stopped my short story experiment. I thought I would take December off to reflect, plan and continue finishing my novella and a short piece of music. Perhaps, that’s too open ended and… Read More »
Dear readers, December is here. Promptly, the first snow of the year visited. There is a dead silence in the air. “Flurry” prompted my brain. Then “white”. With my morning coffee in hand, I smiled, staring at the snow. I read somewhere, the physical act of smiling makes your brain produce happy chemicals. Smile. I… Read More »
Dear readers, I am writing to you on an empty stomach. Food, naturally, is on my mind. What’s on your mind? One squeaking old bus is scratching the street as it approaches the bus stop. The sound should make one wince, in a normal context. 2020 is nothing like that. The buses and scratchy metal… Read More »
Dear readers, I am picturing you holding a cup of coffee and snuggling with your beloved on a lazy Sunday morning. We need to add a warm, cozy blanket in there. Fall is here. Folks are getting ready for Halloween. I have to be honest, I miss summer. I can’t promise I won’t repeat this… Read More »
Dear Readers, How are you? It is back to school season. With California burning and the pandemic renewed for another season, life goes on. I think about the firefighters, the doctors, the nurses, the farmers, the teachers, people who are gluing our lives together. Thank you. I chatted with my mailwoman the other day. My… Read More »
Dear Readers: Eight months into 2020, how are you doing? What has shifted for you? I am in a funny place. I feel free, stuck, happy, sad, loved, lonely, infinitely big and small. I miss touching my mom’s hand and kissing her. The search for home, can feel like a futile pursuit. Being on the… Read More »
