feet make life stories

Do you take a look at your feet – ever? Or maybe you only notice them when you go to fit yourself with a new pair of shoes. But do you really look at them? Do you notice changes from chubby feet as a kid to now with slender toes and narrow arch? If only your feet could narrate a [...]

Emotional Writing

In Jill Jepson's latest blog post, she suggests we let anger be our writing guide. Jill, author of blog, Writing a Sacred Path, tells us to listen to what our anger is telling us. Is it evoking a fear? Is it defining our boundaries? The more we write, the more we can discover the sources of our anger. In doing [...]

Flight Immersion

I hit the road early this day last year with blue skies and a sun that showed the exceptional day well with a temperature of 71 degrees and light winds. Forty-five minutes later, hangar 1005 was difficult to find among the winding, curvy access roads. I didn’t even know I was in terminal 371784. I thought a mere technicality, but [...]

2014-07-01T19:06:32+00:00July 1, 2014|Categories: creative nonfiction, memoir|Tags: , , , , |

from “Under the Birch Tree” -summertime (full essay)

I grew up attending Holy Cross Catholic grade school in Deerfield where having a conversation with God, or “maintaining a dialogue” as the nuns told us, was as important to our education as getting good grades. I was told that if you prayed, evoking God in your “dialogue,” you will be okay. Trust God and you won’t fear anything. I [...]

The Plot of Your Life

I reblogged "The Plot of Your Life" because I found it loaded with intangibles yet universal in theme for memoir writers. Memoir writers have accumulated details of their lives that form experiences where a writer can only hope a plot is revealed. And this is where I struggle, straying from my theme. I am motivated to keep developing "Under the [...]

2014-03-26T18:40:40+00:00March 26, 2014|Categories: memoir, writers, Writing|Tags: , , , , |

The Bathroom

The upstairs bathroom on Carlisle Avenue was at the top of the red carpeted stairs, middle of the hall. This kid’s bathroom came standard equipped with a bathtub, showering capabilities and a toilet on one wall and on the opposite wall a beige Formica counter ran the length of the bathroom. The muddy blue double sink holes, one for Timmy [...]

2014-02-24T21:35:12+00:00February 24, 2014|Categories: coming of age, home, memoir, 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: |

Reflections @ 51

Here I am sitting in the back room of my modest 1800 square foot (that includes the screened-in porch) home with  my two beagles, “beagle bookends,” I affectionately call them. I notice how quiet the air is, cool with some dryness autumn evolves, seeping through the ambience of my otherwise cozy and comfy ranch house. I find the stillness of [...]

2013-11-04T18:49:01+00:00November 4, 2013|Categories: book writing, memoir|Tags: , , , |

“Well, I volunteer!”

The Chicago Tribune recently reported in an article titled, “Silicon ripple divides San Francisco,” about luxury coach bus service offered by Apple, Facebook, Google and other majors in the Silicon Valley to tech workers to get them to their jobs in the Valley. The private mass transit system appears to separate the high-tech riders with everyone else. The article goes [...]

2013-08-27T17:42:06+00:00August 27, 2013|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |
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