Initiative & Finitiative

You need both Initiative and Finitiative in order to be successful – Shyam Sami What a cool concept! Or at least what a cool way to put it! I’ve often called myself a “rabbit”—quick out of the gate, boundless starting… Read More ›

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  • “Here’s to the Mess We Make”

    Last night I watched La La Land. For the second time. And as I watched it for this second time, I was thinking to myself, I could easily watch this again. And this from someone who rarely watches movies (at… Read More ›

  • Reviews: The Donut from the Hole

    I was listening to a podcast the other day, where one of my favorite writers, memoirist Dani Shapiro, was asked, “How do you handle your bad reviews? Do you read them?” To which she replied, “I read them. I read… Read More ›

  • Dharma

    I’m feeling a bit jealous this morning. My brother, who is a writer and film-maker (among other things), has been posting a weekly blog for a year now for which he receives many likes and comments and pats on the… Read More ›

  • The C Word

    I run a women’s group every other Sunday called Women Reinventing Themselves. We’ve been meeting, now, for about a year, and each time we get together I find myself energized and excited and full of ideas and intentions for how… Read More ›

  • On Retreat

    Last week, I was walking by the river when I came upon a man sitting at a typewriter on a small folding table in front of him, pecking away at who knows what. “Poet for Hire” the sign said. “Pay… Read More ›

  • Enough!

      With the recent passing of my mother, I have been in full retreat–from the media, from my routines, and yes, even from writing. Sometimes grief empties us and sometimes it fills us to the brim. This has been the… Read More ›

  • Silence

    Silence is not the absence of sound, it’s the absence of noise – Gordon Hempton  I don’t know about you, but when I was a youngster, I always had some kind of music playing, either on the record player or… Read More ›

  • Scylla & Charybdis

    Again I’m called upon to cleave the poppy from the stem the weight, the choice that isn’t mine to make, to take, forsake the one breast, for one who Cancer calls, cupidinous a fever creeping shore to sandy shore and… Read More ›

  • The Time-Energy Paradox

    Every morning, I walk three miles up and down a trail by my house, and every morning, I listen to either a book on Audible (I almost said, a book on tape—yikes!), or a podcast as I make my way… Read More ›