The questions never stop Can I teach again? Should I try it? Am I just giving up? The best days are the worst The doubts eat me alive Two years I've pretended Waiting to get busted Who gets to call themselves a writer? Not me. And yet, the shift has happened The genes have shifted… Continue reading A new career – finally believing
Here we are at the beginning of another year. 2018 was supposed to be a stellar year for me because of my birthday magic - I turned 48 on 8/8/18. Bought my 8 lottery tickets and everything but alas, no millions here. Overall, it was a great year, though. I have so much to celebrate… Continue reading Happy New Year: sponsored by gnomes, ogres and a wise ass
Take time to do the things that recharge your spirit, and don't allow those niggling feelings of guilt any space at all.
I don't consider myself a poet but some things, emotions particularly, seem more accessible when I let the words flow freely and simply. I wrote this poem about guilt last year. Guilt is an emotion I strenuously fought against but I encountered it full-force when I stopped working. Happily, a year later I'm more at… Continue reading Guilt