If you live in Bloomington, IN, take a look around for the free publication, Bloomington Parent Magazine. I was contacted last year to write an article on local First Steps and Head Start programs. These programs offer educational and developmental resources for young children and their families. It was a pleasure interviewing parents and providers for this article. The best part was it made me feel truly at home in Bloomington. There is something about writing for your community that makes you feel part of your community. Bloomington Parent is
I write myself a letter at the end of every year. While supporting a friend in writing her own letter, my 2015 epistle dropped into my hands. I was surprised. It was in a pile of stationery I sift through regularly, yet I hadn’t seen it until it materialized, one corner of the envelope poking into my palm. For the first time I can remember, I was afraid to open it. I didn’t want to see what I had written because 2016 was a very hard year. It was far
I am so excited because I am FINALLY launching an email campaign. The Survive Your Story Holiday Writing Guide is all about freeing yourself from the stress of the holiday season (and the end of 2016, right?) by using some of my favorite prompts and tools to release and recover. Wondering if this is for you? You DO NOT need to have ANY experience writing to take advantage of this course. You engage the prompts on your own terms. If this sounds good to you, you can join the Survive
In 2014, I was back from an extended blogging hiatus and trying to find my writing legs. It was when I first realized I needed to make the shift from Fiction to Nonfiction. Prior to that time, my Fiction was a jumble of the anxieties I was trying to sort without accepting or owning. In fact, I wrote a 192 page cycle of short stories as my MFA thesis that was based mostly on my family’s nonfictional experience with the Lebanese-American diaspora on both continents. It is a series of
Worry can consume our creativity if we let it. Writing is therapy for me. I teach it as a tool in the self-care kit. Denying myself writing is denying my own recovery, and I have met and worked with many others for whom this is true. This is why I frequently find myself advising that we write now and worry later. Shove the concern about who will see our work if it will even be seen at all and just get it out so we don’t become buried in our
Some notes: The U.S. presidential election has me feeling trapped and is bringing up a lot of bad memories. I’ve been on the lookout for good things, lights to focus on to prevent my world view being cast in darkness. I have a lot of slow brain days. Those are days when I can’t see my way out of the fog. I struggle to get simple tasks done. I lose my keys in the fridge and I forget where the cold food is kept. These tend to fall in quick succession. There is
Most of my work centers on supporting individuals who are surviving or have survived abuse. I would argue that anyone who has survived trauma is still surviving it, but that’s it’s own writing. What I do is help individuals voice and reshape their stories. I do this because my story is one of abuse and survival. Over the years, I have written and rewritten what happened to me along with–and here’s the heart of what I teach–what should have happened to me. I write myself now into my story then.
Last week was a week of travel for me. I had several wonderful guests volunteer for my Friday series which means I was guesting in their online houses. It is so exciting to have my work accepted and published by these amazing writers. Keep reading to find my pieces, stop in and comment (please please please). I already announced my latest guest spot with The Relationship Blogger. Raymond prompted me to write about my experiences with faith, ethnicity and assumption. I talked about fetishes. Read more here. Thomas Ives of
K., It is said we are all made of stardust (as if that evens the playing field) but you clearly cut yourself from your own cloth. I don’t know where I stand in relation to you, but in my mind you are walking backward up a very steep incline and I’m at the bottom with my neck craned and my eyes pierced by the sun wondering, “How does she do that in a skirt?” Life, maybe, wants to knock you down. I call bullshit. Not for the reason you’re thinking. I’ll
I don’t often write directly about what “faith” means to me on the page, but after a month of inspiring work by artists at Open Thought Vortex, I decided to dive right in. It’s frightening–talking about religion. Especially when you had one, and now you have none. I hope you’ll take a look at my editor’s letter over there, and then peruse last month’s features to find out what “faith” means to many others. Read my admission on Open Thought Vortex.