I would like to report that Thanksgiving went…better than expected. Even my husband said so in the car on the way back.
The night before the holiday did not go well. My brother came over to see his nieces he hasn’t seen in months. He said
“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” – Natalie Goldberg
I’m not sure what prompted me to write this. I’d been banging my head against the desk, trying to
There is a certain level of pain a woman must be in to take her husband’s phone from its charger and carry it into the bathroom at one a.m.
There’s another level, unknown to most women, to take that phone downstairs, hands shaking, and call
“Do you think he’s cheating?”
That’s the first question every woman asks.
My lawyer, my cousin, my friend’s sister walking me through the divorce process.
No, I say. I am sure of this.
They feel too bad for me to question further,
It began as a thought. The kind that flits through your mind like a moth, landing lightly before disappearing. Only this one stayed. It drifted from brain to throat, emerging as a joke:
“If I sell this book,” I said. “I’m buying a Porsche.”
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There is an energy needed to write. I’m not talking about physical or mental energy. I’m talking about energy from somewhere deep inside that propels you to dispel the noise, the consequences, the point… and do it.
Somewhere along the way, I’ve exhausted
I’m sorry for the delay. I thought sending my proposal out would give me more time to write. Instead, it’s given me more time to think—which is far worse.
Lately I’m spinning between wondering if I’m getting divorced, pining for
