I pulled out a piece of paper, the kind with blue lines. I knew this is what I needed to do because my normal methods for getting back into the flow of writing were not working. Sure, I’ve been journaling every day. That was one of my goals for the new year. So I put...
If you missed the beginning of this story, read part one here. I can’t tell you everything that happened on the day of the short walk. I’ve lost many of the details, but I remember enough. I remember the way I felt…the excitement of taking my walker...
It was supposed to be a short walk. I wanted to go down the street to the neighbor’s and come right back home. I thought it looked easy and I had been walking for a few years by now. I told my mom I could do it. I would do it. Because there’s no stopping me once I’ve...
The piles take over. The books stack up. The scrapbooks stay on the shelf, unfinished. The sewing machine waits to feel the love of hands on fabric again. Notebooks sit on the writing table, empty or half-used. Words hang on the edge, ready to be strung together and...
A change of scenery. A break in the rhythm of daily life. I was reminded last week how good it is to change our normal routine every so often. This time my parents and I were able to go to the beach for a few days. Vacations take work to prepare, pack, plan meals, and...
Writing has been nonexistent for the past six weeks. I didn’t mean to stop and I wasn’t trying to lose my momentum. I wrote my way through January, 500 words at a time. That month I only missed a couple of days, but I set aside blogging during the process. I guess I...