Tag Archive for personal narrative

Making it Personal

A friend told me recently that I need to make my writing less personal. It reminded me of a time nearly 20 years ago when another friend said to me, “I love you and you’re one of my best friends,…

Being Still

Being still is not easy for me. I’m not talking about not moving or not being able to just rest. I can laze around the house for days with the best of them. I’m talking about not taking action when…

What If This Was Your Last Day?

Something has been on my mind more than usual lately. Maybe it’s all the turmoil in the world. Maybe it’s a side effect of getting older. Maybe it’s all my neuroses having a party but not inviting me. Whatever the…

Burn, Baby, Burn

I think I’m going to take an unusual approach to Valentine’s Day this year. After all, it will just be me and the dog. It has never been my favorite holiday. I’d rather have small romantic gestures and displays of…

Pin the Tail on the Donkey

I’ve come to the conclusion that my last relationship was like a horrible game of pin the tail on the donkey, except the damn ass never stood still. Yes, trying to meet the ever-changing and never-satisfied demands and moods of…

A Conversation with Jekyll and Hyde

I think I’ve been spending far too much time thinking lately. A little thinking is great, but for me, too much usually results in a battle of wills between the Jekyll and Hyde in my brain. Why all the thinking?…

Bring in the Muse – Where I Write

writing on the couch

My writing is more about inspiration and less about location. I spend 40 hours a week at the office, which also happens to coincide with the time of day that I’m most coherent. If inspiration strikes, I take a break,…

Possibilities

I will turn 37 in a little over two months. The last thirteen years have been spent in two long-term relationships…just not long enough I guess. A new ending means a new beginning. With a new year around the corner,…

Embracing My Inner Nerd

It dawned on me the other day that I’ve done something terrible, something I never thought I’d do. I shunned my inner nerd. For the last several years, I felt like my nerdiness wasn’t wanted or appreciated. Many of the…