Thinking in Prose
I’ve been dealing with a rather unfamiliar feeling lately: enthusiasm about my own writing. If you keep up with this blog (and, really, it’s not that hard to do since I only post maybe four times a year) then you…
I’ve been dealing with a rather unfamiliar feeling lately: enthusiasm about my own writing. If you keep up with this blog (and, really, it’s not that hard to do since I only post maybe four times a year) then you…
In our session this week, I told my therapist that my new writing group has saved me – hyperbole, in a physical sense, but she knows me well enough to understand how true it is. My therapist is the one, after…
I caught myself obsessing over my paltry number of ‘likes’ on an instagram post in the bath tonight, and I was ashamed (before myself and a god in whom I’m not sure I even believe). And with the shame came…
Last week marked exactly a year that I’ve been back in the States, and although I adore San Francisco and being home has been good for me in a lot of ways, one word keeps running through my mind: BASTA. …
I’ve just come back from a visit to London – my first since my dramatic exit last summer, and yes we’ll talk about that someday, but right now I’m burning to tell you about the movie I watched on the…