Low moods, indecision, lack of forward momentum—everything seems to have me down-in-the-mouth this month. As my father pointed out once, there’s always more than one cause for any emotion. June carries a lot of baggage: anniversary, birthday, annual vacation planning, a recent memorial service for someone we both knew, a departing minister and on andContinue reading “Second thoughts”
Author Archives: Coming Home to Myself
It takes enthusiasm.
I’m trying to remember how all this began. A framed photo fell behind my desk (my immovable desk) over a year ago. Other than attempting to rescue it without moving the desk, I did nothing. It was too much effort. In my last blog, I mentioned the chart to track Quantum Quest’s themes and characters.Continue reading “It takes enthusiasm.”
Breaking out of a Mold
In aging, there’s a tendency for one’s life to become humdrum, every day the same. And that’s all wrong! The last thing we want or need is for one day to duplicate the previous, stretching back and back ad nauseam. It sure messes with my memory when I can’t remember something because it’s exactly whatContinue reading “Breaking out of a Mold”
Continuing Education
I’ve taken too few classes in recent years, but last night I attended a Zoom session (through SCBWI) taught by Caroline Leech on “Tell Your Story to Sell Your Story.” She spoke of the different audiences one might address, and how we adapt our back stories to suit our audience, whether children, parents, or agentsContinue reading “Continuing Education”
A Life in Transition
A few weeks back, I went on a reading binge. It also meant I was watching a lot fewer DVDs. I took a week off to read YA novels—and I haven’t stopped reading since. Browsing available library ebooks, one title caught my eye. Maybe You Should Talk to Someone, by Lori Gottlieb, a psychotherapist. Gottlieb,Continue reading “A Life in Transition”
Lost Anchors
For the past several days, I’ve been trying to identify a coherent theme for this week’s blog, This morning, a friend, her grief fresher than my own, said, “I feel like I’ve lost my anchor.” That was it exactly! She too had a husband with dementia, and had been making the decisions for them both.Continue reading “Lost Anchors”
Escapes
I indulged myself last week—removed myself from time and space—especially time, since I blanked out an intended visit to a friend on Saturday and only remembered Sunday afternoon. I sent abject apologies, of course. Actually, I haven’t really stopped escaping now, simply slowed down. There was reason behind my reading binge. I called it research.Continue reading “Escapes”
Adapting to new realities
My apricot tree rarely produces a bumper crop, but it does its best to produce at least a few fruits each year. This year’s February and March were months of widely varying weather. The apricot’s first buds appeared at the beginning of March, what amazes me is that they continued to appear. Even now, withContinue reading “Adapting to new realities”
Life—It’s all about the little things
Yes, I advise myself to stay calm. To breathe. To relax. But none of these are helpful when my real problem is feeling ignored and helpless. In fact, for the first time since the switch to daylight savings, I got up early to join my coffee group to find real people to complain to. MyContinue reading “Life—It’s all about the little things”
Serendipities
Another month gone. Already? I know, I know. The speed of time is all in our minds. The longer we live, the more we repeat actions like locking the car or driving to the store. Only new experiences slow down our perceptions. But seeing time fly past accentuates the slowness of my writing progress. IContinue reading “Serendipities”
Kate Harrington 