a swimming lesson

When I was seven or maybe eight, summer vacation was freedom. I would be free of classes, sitting, listening to a teacher, reading from a book, studying a blackboard. I would be free from test-taking anxiety and fear of maybe failing them. Having nothing required of me that would elicit emotional responses was my definition of a summer vacation. Until [...]

Memoir – one size doesn’t fit all

  I sized up the sock I was knitting. While following a standard pattern—a one size fits all—I realized my almost-completed-sock would not fit my smaller-than-average foot.  I thought about how the term sometimes can’t be taken literally, as for clothing, for example, or figuratively, like for a weight-loss program.  I was reminded how “one size fits all” didn’t apply [...]

Go on, take a hike!

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Our time is filled with input. We stare at screens of many kinds– desktop computers, laptops, phones, iPads, televisions – being inundated by someone else’s thoughts, a type of pre-programmed programming.  We become sedentary in body and in mind where our bodies cease to move through a sensory environment and our minds become [...]

connecting to the light

As a Catholic grade-schooler, the nuns taught me a conversation with God was as important to my education as was getting good grades. The nuns chimed in ritualistic reminders, “Pray to God, evoke him in daily prayer, and you’ll be closer to him.” The idea is to develop a relationship with him and you won’t need to fear anything. I [...]

2018-10-11T19:34:12+00:00October 11, 2018|Categories: home, memoir, spiritual writing|Tags: , , , |

A walk outside-to connect is to belong

There’s a tinge of change in the air. Maybe it’s the air’s cooling in the evening or the lack of sunlight awakening chirpy birds in pre-dawn. Perhaps the change is marked by kids returning to school. Though a season’s transition is knocking on the calendar’s door, I remain driven to the outdoors. Late summer into early fall delivers a changing [...]

notes from a (almost) published writer

With just one week away until my memoir's debut, and one day remaining for the Goodreads giveaway, the excitement is kicking in! There's still time to preorder, or maybe you are holding out to support your local bookstore. In the meantime, enter the giveaway, if you haven't already. You could win! There's bookstores to visit and connect with as well [...]

the happiness connection

Happiness. We seek it; we covet it. There are endless number of books about it, how to get it, what it means, where to find it. From professors to psychologists, to doctors and yogis and anyone in between, someone has a suggestion about how to find it. Each of us has our own way to secure happiness. Some may read [...]

2018-02-19T19:18:31+00:00February 19, 2018|Categories: home, memoir, memoir writing, spiritual writing|Tags: , , , , |

from dark to light: home

International Holocaust Remembrance Day was yesterday. I fine-tuned an essay I wrote a few years ago and discovered a few reflective thoughts running parallel with my theme in my memoir, Under the Birch Tree. I hope you take a moment to read my personal account of remembrance. Sometimes I see my world as segregated, either black or white. My tidy thinking [...]

darkness to light: connecting to home

Religious faiths such as Judaism, Muslim, and Christianity have more in common than not, especially when it comes to their holiest time of the year. This is not an observation that speaks to deep theological meanings, or the study of Gods, but rather speaks simply to humankind, of connecting to one another. Whether Christmas, Hanukkah, or the Qu’ran is observed, [...]

2017-12-26T22:13:32+00:00December 26, 2017|Categories: home, memoir, spiritual writing|Tags: |

How we connect to home

What is “home?” Most people would say it’s where they live, citing their address, as if to establish their unique footprint. For others, home is where they grew up, where they started. Some may even have more than one home. In my forthcoming memoir, Under the Birch Tree, my story begins with my girlhood home, the place where I grew [...]

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