“Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved.” ― Marianne Williamson, A Woman’s Worth This isn’t to say we are victims. We are not. We have been conditioned, sure. To divide love into parts: what is acceptable; what… Continue reading Being Heard and Being Loved
Today is my father’s birthday. Today I am cooking Lentil Soup and feeding friends, the way my father BBQs every weekend for his many neighbors. Today I am wearing a Washington, D.C. Pentagon t-shirt, honoring my father’s many trips around the world, in combat and leading soldiers, to serve and protect this country. Today I… Continue reading Today is my Father’s Birthday and I am Celebrating
When I create a resume for a client, I always start the conversation out with this question: if you could describe three standout characteristics about yourself, what would they be? Lately, I’ve been imagining what a LIFE’S resume would look like. You know, instead of parceling out the highlights of your career onto one page (with the appropriate buzzwords!), illuminating the moments and high points of your life’s most significant work (buzzwords not needed).
When all your words feel stale, and your writing needs juice, there is an antidote. Her name is….
Today I chose to tell a truth, even when I heard a voice in my head that said, “Stop. You aren’t smart enough for this. How could you make such big claims?”
As I mentioned in the previous post, I recently sat down with my friend Albert to help him jumpstart his creativity for songwriting. His goal was this: to make fresh connections and metaphors, using language that isn’t so “straightforward,” as is his usual style. The next day, I created a customized resource for him that… Continue reading Writing Challenge and Exercise
And I know that this is the power of giving. After I put my focus on helping my friend with his creativity, the world showed me just how fast it could serve me in unexpected and miraculous ways. Because I was sitting in the HEART of what I love (inspiring people how to BE inspired!), this flow poetically opened up.
OOOoh, Stress. How my life feels like an ode, worshiping the very ground you stomp on. How I’ve invited you in like the friend who says, “Let’s get drinks!” but never has money to pay the bill. (Okay, I don’t have friends like that). But IF I DID, YOU WOULD BE THAT KIND OF FRIEND.
between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
for as long as i can remember the children cried the pots seared and the tea boiled for as long as i can remember the breeze was outside while the smoke was in i’d swat at the flies i’d ruffle the bed i’d wait i’d cry while the children slept, i’d pause again for the hour… Continue reading past life inheritance – breaking old social structures
Polished Pear Creative Editing 