First steps. They are hard, right? When you are about to embark on something new and unfamiliar, making the first move can be terrifying. But then you do it and you’re there! The first awful step is done and now you can continue on the rest of the steps with ease and confidence because the … More The Next Steps
A year ago, I was back here in the city alone. I was staying with our two good friends in their spare bedroom and my husband was still in Vermont, packing and working his job that was paying our bills as I continued to collect unemployment for the six month. I was going on interviews … More It’s Been A Year
In my journey of focusing more on writing, I have been hesitant to start something new when I haven’t finished other projects. My brain churns out story ideas constantly and while I write them down, I have been automatically shelving a lot of them. I tell myself “I have to finish the novel” or “that … More Do Everything You Can
What is a normal life? When I try and picture one, here’s what I get: a steady job, owning a house, perhaps a family, and a yearly vacation. Maybe I have hobbies or a book club. Date nights and binge sessions on the couch. Not so different from what I have now. My weekends would … More A Normal Life
I have a Little Black Rain Cloud that follows me around. I try to lose it in crowds and down alleyways but it always finds me. Hovering above me. Lingering behind me. Passing over my head and casting me in shadow…and mud. It never goes away. In Winnie the Pooh where I’ve taken the Little … More Little Black Rain Cloud
I am about to embark on writing the second draft of my novel. I took some time away from it (recommending by Mr. Stephen King) and when I returned, I read it and took notes on what I liked, what I didn’t, what worked, how much of a hot mess it is, etc. My husband … More Writing a Novel Takes a Village
A year ago, my closet looked very different. I was very different. Vermont was still in the throes of winter. We were about to take a trip to the city to secretly look at apartments while visiting friends and seeing a show. I was unemployed and depressed. I was dark, bloated, ugly, and someone I … More My Depression Closet
I read my cards the other day in preparation for Mercury Retrograde. That’s one of the most witchy sentences I have written in a minute. Every once in a while, when I am tuned in properly and focused, I have readings like this one was. I was reading for Mercury Retrograde because things always get … More The Unity Card
So it’s March already. I am fairly certain I think that every March. January lasts four years and then February is a blink and here we are in March with unpredictable weather, so close to spring we can see nothing but tulips and cherry blossoms when we close our eyes. And I panic. I … More Under (Imaginary) Pressure
I have never relied on clothing to make me feel good. I have been let down by clothing more than boys when I was in my twenties and actively dating in New York City. When I was impossibly skinny, nothing fit me right. I longed to be ‘human size’. Now that I am a more … More The Empress’ New Clothes
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