• This Is Me

    Somehow I have managed to write a post at least once every day in January. I didn’t set out to do that, but here we are, on the last day of the month and I’m writing another post. The daily prompt doesn’t particularly speak to me today, so I’d like to make my final January…

  • A Job Good For My Mental Health

    What’s your dream job? When I was a kid, my dream job was being a teacher and a writer. Teaching won out for practical reasons. It would take a lot more effort to be a writer that could make enough money to support myself. Stephen King I am not. I did ultimately become a teacher,…

  • My Perfect Haven

    You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? I love this question today because I actually have the perfect space for all the things I like to do! Well, it’s almost perfect. I am currently on the hunt for a comfortable chair and ottoman to put in the room.…

  • The return of high school on Facebook

    In a previous post, I described how I am going back and reading through all of my old journals. There are 38 completely filled up. I’m writing in #39 right now. Yesterday I read volume 7. At that point in my life, when I was filling up #7, I was finishing my sophomore year of…

  • A Conversation

    I think I’ve mentioned before that I have a big writing project in mind and a big part of that revolves around the contents of 30 years worth of journals that I have filled up (and saved) since I was 13. I have started re-reading them and just finished volume #3. The entirety of that…

  • The Last Time

    Today is my 11th wedding anniversary. I’ve been with my husband for 24 years, but we’ve only been “legal” for 11. We’ll celebrate the day by grilling steaks and having a nice dinner at home. In the past we’ve gone to the restaurant where we had our rehearsal dinner, or the restaurant where we had…

  • Three Years

    I started writing in a journal when I was 13 years old and in the 8th grade. At first, each journal entry was only two pages each. As I advanced through my teenage years, entries became longer and longer and much more frequent. Teen angst had me filling up an entire journal in only a…

  • Unfinished

    Last year, a friend posted the link to a writing contest on Facebook. It was for a literary journal and they were looking for non-fiction essays. With dreams of winning the top prize, I knocked out the story of my mental health journey and entered the contest. I did that all in a matter of…

  • Dreaming of Grandpa

    There was a time in my life when my choice of reading material focused on the paranormal. Many books about hauntings and dream decoding graced the shelves of my bookcase. The medicine I take on a nightly basis has always put me into a deep sleep and every night I have lengthy, vivid dreams that I…