Today I had my first book signing (nobody really tells you that any "firsts" as an adult pretty much come with a side of terror/quaking in one's boots -- and yes, those were literal boots for me today because Texas). I found the prospect terrifying, yes -- but it goes well with 2018's theme of … Continue reading Baby’s Firsts (Boldly), and a Word about Accessibility
Telling someone you're a writer is always quite the experience...
Dear 2017, As tempting as it was to leave this at, "Bye, bitch!"...I feel there is more that needs to be said, in fairness. Thank you, 2017, for showing me that what I thought were mortal wounds -- though they be grievous and still-unhealed -- weren't. Thank you for arranging it, somehow, such that even … Continue reading Dear 2017
[This is an import from an old blog. Originally posted 01.06.11.] (Note: I am not suggesting that any particular religion or spiritual path is inferior to any other. It is my conviction that everyone should at some point question what they believe.) Why should you question your religion? Not every point here may apply to … Continue reading Why You Should Question Your Religion
What is the most powerful sentence in existence?
When I was in second grade (back when dinosaurs still roamed the earth), our report cards were handwritten. There was a nice long section on the back for comments from the teacher -- none of this comment-by-number computerized mess. I always received glowing praise about my "sunny disposition" or my good grades -- except one … Continue reading What Optimism Isn’t
(a sneak peek from my upcoming -- though probably delayed past my original date; still hopefully by year's end! -- second poetry collection...all rights mine, etc.) "Samhain" When they ask me why -- Why I stand at the Veil, Why I wait, listening, soul-stretched, The first fervent words burn my tongue And are swallowed, Word-runes … Continue reading Samhain Snippet
The first thing I saw on Facebook this morning, September 11th, 2017, was a photo of the Twin Towers on a corporate page with the caption, "Never Forget." The first comment, which was apparently a troll attempt (given other factors), was along the lines of, "Hmph. Grief porn. Get over it." My knee-jerk reaction was … Continue reading Sixteen Years On: Never Forget?
I was going to write about this topic even before the despicable events of Charlottesville, VA. Now it feels even more timely and relevant. I freak out about spiders and jellyfish, but my greatest fear has nothing to do with creepy-crawlies or stinging sea critters. I call it "Born-raised-lived-died." Born-raised-lived-died is the unfortunate tendency, easily … Continue reading Born-Raised-Lived-Died: My Greatest Fear
[Note: if you aren't Pagan, you may find this one a bit "out-there." Comments are moderated.] I like Lughnasadh a lot. The harvest festival reminds me that we are firmly in the waning half of the year, which is my soul's joy for many reasons (weather, at least eventually, definitely among them!). It heralds the … Continue reading Lughnasadh 2017: Burned Fields and a Waterfall