“Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*– they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind…” These are supposed to be for my eyes only, … More Morning Pages 01
What better day to dust off the old blog and write a post than a rainy January afternoon? So much is happening that is new, different, exciting, and making me so unbelievably happy that I’m almost afraid to express joy about it since, given my track record, when I do, something bad happens. This could … More It’s Been A While.
Lately, I’ve been terrified to write anything in here. And it sucks, because I used to love writing in this space so much. When I really kept up with this blog, I wasn’t afraid of what I posted, because it really didn’t matter. I didn’t really worry about what anyone thought. Then, the last four … More Fear
Where the majority of my writing has been taking place these days. Sorry, blog. 😦
Originally published here for Ruckus Magazine. Douglas Brake of Douglas Brake and the Sizzle, Hiss, Pop Band didn’t just wake up one day and say, “Hey, I should write and play kid music.” It happened organically, late one night while Brake was trying to get his then-1-year-old son to fall asleep. “I ran out of songs … More Douglas Brake’s organic fall into children’s music
This: And this: The only things that could possibly make it any better is if I could find myself a beautiful field and an epic hat–and perhaps some scones and tea. Major burnout is occurring. Need weekend. Now.
I have just now completed merging my old blog “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished” with this blog and have decided to come up with a new title that isn’t so focused on one particular topic. So, if you’re subscribed to this blog and see a weird blog name you’ve never heard of before pop up … More Fresh Start
I need to update this more often. Thinking a blog title/theme change might help a bit so I don’t feel so constricted to writing about one particular aspect in my life–the one aspect that is actually going well and is a happy place, which doesn’t bode well for a lot of good writing material that … More Now more than ever
My prayers had been answered…a gift from God. The perfect, ideal job for me just fell into my lap one day. Unexpectedly, when I was proving a point to someone that there are never any journalism jobs available in Atlanta and I was going to have to pack up and move somewhere else and leave … More One Step Above a Stripper