Memoir

What’s in a Surname, anyway?

Roots seek their path through the ground of where they are nestled, marking generations of their families, expanding with the seasons and taking their time over the decades. They wander blindly but knowingly in search of water and sustenance, robbing the earth’s soil of her nutrients with an undeniable quest for growth. I was born a Chadwick, the DNA evident [...]

2013-12-27T20:53:12+00:00December 27, 2013|Categories: home, memoir, writers, Writing|Tags: , , , , |

A Tale of Anger

There once was a man who carried a chip. The chip weighed him down so much so that it made him drag his feet. He became tired. The chip affected him so much that his tongue became swollen and he could not speak to be understood .The chip could not be broken. It became a part of him; he could [...]

2013-12-26T20:02:42+00:00December 26, 2013|Categories: spiritual writing, Writing|Tags: |

Sensing

in the moment, senses tapped, breathing deep and defined, discharging the creative flow a whirlwind blow of air pushes out the furnace through portals in my walls replacing a chill about me with dry warmth. the roof cracks and splinters from the cooling of heated air aloft in the attic. the circa 1920 wooden school clock propped on the foyer [...]

2013-12-18T19:58:11+00:00December 18, 2013|Categories: spiritual writing, Writing|Tags: , |

From “Under the Birch Tree”

The blueprints tell me the once new house would never be as it was in 1964. The thin white lines drafted on blueprint are no longer virginal. The floors have been released of their coverings and footprints are disintegrated into the now thin air. The furniture has been relocated out of the house to new rooms and inhabitants are sitting [...]

2013-11-20T17:38:10+00:00November 20, 2013|Categories: book writing, memoir, writers, Writing|Tags: , , , , |

The Bathroom

The Carlisle house. The upstairs bathroom, the kid’s bathroom, was at the top of the stairs and in the middle of the hall. A bathtub with showering capabilities and a toilet were provided on the opposite side of the double sinks and counter. I experienced life’s measurements in the bathroom. The muddy blue double sinks were separated by a light [...]

Remembering Summer

As the hours of daylight slowly lessen and the heat of sun directly overhead shifts to a dim lower angle, I acknowledge the evolving seasons as summer evolves into fall. As a schoolkid on summer vacation, time was my companion and I used it to live in those moments. My summer memories on Carlisle were made outdoors where I had [...]

2013-09-18T21:00:55+00:00September 18, 2013|Categories: book writing, memoir, Writing|Tags: , , , |

Writing as Spiritual Practice

I heard the call. It wasn’t a whisper or a delicate voice or loud words urging me to transcribe thoughts to paper where I hoped to see ideas born into stories. The call went off like an alarm, telling me it was time to awaken my spirit. I received my calling when I was fifteen, accompanied by a pink hardcover [...]

2013-09-04T20:24:31+00:00September 4, 2013|Categories: book writing, life lessons, memoir, spiritual writing, Writing|Tags: , , , |

Flight Part 2

Starting from right to left, “Let’s go ahead and flip that switch, then the next two to the left, good,” until we got to the far left on the panel. The ignition.  “Here’s the key, go ahead and turn us on,” he said. I chuckled because hey, at least I knew where to put a key. The engine ignited in [...]

2013-07-23T19:14:55+00:00July 23, 2013|Categories: memoir, writers, Writing|Tags: , , |

From the Bucket List

“Oh hi fellas. Good morning,” I said, interrupting a male threesome. Conversation stopped and heads lifted. No sound came from their mouths except for the short cropped, dark-haired man seated. “Hi, Nancy,” he said as he stood up from his desk. The remaining two turned heads first to him and then to me. They walked out of the office, passing [...]

2013-07-19T20:38:31+00:00July 19, 2013|Categories: writers, Writing|Tags: , , , |
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