Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
“I’d like to take all my thoughts and put them away on the top shelf of my closet in the plastic box that holds the small shampoo containers and soaps that I use when I travel. They’d be tidy and cutely contained. I’d just take them down from the shelf when I absolutely needed them.”…
This is my fourth post about taking a writing class with Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew at the Madeline Island School of the Arts (MISE). Journal Entry from Thursday, August 1, 2013 August… How can this be?! One true month of summer left, if we’re lucky. In the Midwest, the length of summer is a crapshoot. Last…
Second round of layoffs today at work. The first round was in December, not that long ago. So far I’ve dodged the bullet. Seems like the first thought the people who remain employed have in a layoff is “Thank God it wasn’t me.” And there is a huge sense of relief. However, that’s…
There are details worth honing in on because they take us deeper into an experience or improve a decision. Then there are details that twinkle and glow and transport us to some far reaching outer galaxy of YouTuberVille or Alice in Laundryland. So how do you know the difference? Like most things, it takes practice….
I recently completed a free online course called “The Science of Happiness.” Sounds hokey, touchy feely, worthy of an eye roll, I know, but it was actually very good…
“It’s a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. It stops us from taking anything for granted. ” — Madeleine L’Engle, “The Summer of the Great-grandmother” One Friday night, probably eleven years ago,…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!