“Go,” my doctor said. “Have a good time.” She must have known what was coming. She must have known this would be the last time I’d be able to travel and have that freedom that keeps my anxiety at bay. She must have known the exposure to this would heighten with each passing month. She must have known that this is what I would need to hold on to until the end of the pandemic times.
Dear Reader, It is a CRIME that I haven’t written on this blog one time this year. It’s a crime that you haven’t heard from me and that I haven’t asked how you’re doing. So I’m correcting all that now. How are you? Me? I’m like a puppy swimming for the first time — I’m … Continue reading Looking forward. Running toward
Dear Reader, I've been doing research for my next writing class -- the Happiness Practice. It's my most ambitious creative writing class yet! Not only am I creating prompts and the creative writing materials, I'm also based it on something that, I think, people want -- to be happy. I've been reading some materials lately. … Continue reading What I’ve learned about happiness so far
Dear Reader, I am currently recording episodes for the second season of the Dear Reader podcast. I know that I have talked about the process of podcasting and how much work it is. But as I work on this season, and conduct the interview with the writers who will be on the show, I am … Continue reading Getting jazzed about the podcast
Dear Reader, 2020. What a year. And it's only July. I'm expecting another Biblical event happening any day now. I mean, it IS hurricane season and what's to stop this crazy year from unleashing something we didn't expect? Like the Bubonic Plague. Yes, this year has been a dumpster fire for just about everyone, me … Continue reading Build: How is my word of the year going so far?
Dear Reader, I woke up today, July 4, conflicted. This year's celebration of independence is more difficult today than it was last year. I returned to last year's post and, indeed, it's worse. However, conventional thought and theory says I should hate this holiday at or more than the level of my rancor for Columbus … Continue reading It’s tougher this year than last
But the death of Macario Ramirez is a reminder that despite the fight, life continues and that we are, despite how we treat each other, human. And humans don't last forever.
Dear Reader, It's been a rough couple of weeks. The pandemic seems like child's play compared to the continuous killing of black men and women. The burden of that. The action of that. The broadcasting of that. All of it wears on me like a stone. Between that and other things I finally broke down … Continue reading Finding spots of joy
I am learning to live on purpose.I take time to sit and journal, no matter what time I wake up. I am intentional with my to do list and when it’s time to clock out, I clock out, opting for time with family, reading, watching something or even just sitting and staring into space.
It's for this reason people consider me productive. Quarantine and global pandemics aside, I am often asked how do I stay so productive.
I tell them this: I really am not productive. Really. I'm not.