A 10 minute freewriting exercise, beginning with, “I remember.” I remember to breathe. In the middle of the night, when I’ve been awake for hours and hallucinations rear up from some dark unknown, and I hold myself still, willing sleep to take over, I realize I am not breathing. As I panic that this is my… Continue reading
From a 10 minute assignment to, “Write a scene using the following words: numb, blackberry, forget, yoga, button.” Her lips took on the hue of blackberries, and she felt the familiar wash of peace with a hint of giddiness. She knew the loud, persistent monologue would return with its reprimands, but for now, it was silent…. Continue reading
From a 10-minute assignment to, “Write a list of sentences that do not connect to one another.” I sit at the table and my waist presses uncomfortably against the rough denim and unforgiving button of my pants. From here, the mirror, whitewashed angles framing reflective curves, stares at a line above my head, casting back… Continue reading
I’m outside at 10 am on one of those sickly hot, late summer days. The humidity is so high that the air could easily pass as as a pot of water, climbing to a boil, through which I move with deliberation. I hold a basket of laundry that I’m sure will succumb to mold before… Continue reading
A day so gorgeous it hurts… In a good way. Meditating on the day’s new moon and setting intentions for the next cycle was how I started my morning. Today was full of active kiddos. Moments of solitude. Sharing about motherhood. Parenting in tandem. We shopped for ingredients for meals, and cooked and talked together. I wondered… Continue reading
Sunshine. Cool breeze. Lingering looks at the bay with each window encounter, accented by tree covered islands, speckled by boats. Running along a trail. A clever replacement of train tracks. Body unsure what to make of a flat gravel expanse. There are hills, but flat exists here… Mustn’t get used to it, but shall fully appreciate it.
Nova Scotia is on Atlantic Standard Time… What on earth is AST? Deep sleep torn by a jaunty tune on my old iPhone at 6:15 that felt like 5:15. Sandpaper covered red eyes squinting to see the time. I grabbed the wrong glasses and was lost for a moment. The tip off was the plastic… Continue reading
It’s another early day for me, as I write, hurtling along at 30,000 feet, en route to my family and friends in Nova Scotia. A two-hour flight seemed like the perfect opportunity to set some words to a page, and after a somewhat harried and grey morning on the ground, it’s a relief to be… Continue reading
As one who is immersing herself in this new writing world and more than willing to play with words at every opportunity, I find my inbox scattered with creative writing prompts each morning. Little hooks to get the ideas flowing and tempt me into creating – challenging me to grow something interesting from a simple thread.
Oh my… I don’t want to sound like a broken record, always referring to sleep, but I will say, for me – sleep quality and quality of life are closely intertwined. A few (yes, even just a few) good hours go a long way, friends. This said, I’m pretty much out of gusto for this… Continue reading
Well, the giddiness of making it through yesterday resulted in very poor sleep, so today has been a little painful. I’m afraid I’m at a loss for anything remotely poetic or profound, so it’s another stream of consciousness kind of evening. Walking through the last 13 hours without sleep was a little like existing in a… Continue reading
I’m a little punchy. Six and a half hours of driving with a cat who howled every time I changed lanes, an hour of unloading, and not enough food will do that. I’m “home alone” for the next three days (though, thankfully, my lovely mama will be joining me for most of it), and so far… Continue reading