Writing – Page 18 – An Unexpected Life

Getting Out

Today I finally made it 45 miles to see one of my sister’s and was treated to yoga, a steam bath, hot tub, and a great lunch. (plus she repaired my favorite mala!) Why did it take so long? Well, when I got home I found out that one of our dogs had attacked anotherContinue reading “Getting Out”

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Bad Day Practice

One of the most frustrating aspects of having a familial tendency to depression and suicide is that you never know when it’s going to slam you. Today, for example, all it took was hearing about a business that is probably going to fail to take me down, down, down into the black hole of negativityContinue reading “Bad Day Practice”

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Romance

My Father was an incurable romantic. I miss him so much. None of the “negative” stuff matters when the person is gone from your life forever. My Dad would remember the smallest thing my Mom mentioned she liked, and he would get it for her as a present. He would cry when he heard certainContinue reading “Romance”

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Branded

I had given up on my other blog, Reintegrating, because it didn’t seem to be helping me or anyone else. I also didn’t keep up with it. It keeps haunting me though, especially since my father died. I feel like he branded me when I was still a child, set me on a course thatContinue reading “Branded”

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Some of my best friends are disabled.

Sounds familiar, right? One of the first things that can happen when you have a child with a disability is people become uncomfortable being around you. I’m not sure if it’s because they think it might be contagious, or because they don’t know how to cope with their own feelings about it. There are aContinue reading “Some of my best friends are disabled.”

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Muse

One of the constant frustrations in my writing life is my muse. I know the most successful writers are the ones who sit down every day for 6-8 hours, with a break here and there, and they write. Good, bad or indifferent, they treat it as they should – like it’s their job. It isContinue reading “Muse”

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Your Hands

This poem is dedicated to my husband, Kevin, who happens to be paraplegic, and to all the veterans who have come home shattered by PTSD, limb loss, paralysis, traumatic brain injury, and more. There are women who will understand and love you and there are men who will understand and love you. (I have PTSDContinue reading “Your Hands”

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Story failures

Needless to say, as long as it’s been since I’ve posted that I realize my stories need a lot of work. Not much more to say about that. Mature, personal poetry to follow as well as light, child-friendly poetry. In other words, read before you share. Peace, and Namaste’, Janet

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Music Lessons

This was the story I wrote in 24 hours for the finals in the NYC Midnight Short Story Contest 2011. It needs work, but enjoy! MUSIC LESSONS After school sessions with a music prodigy have inharmonious consequences. “Mrs. Barrows is late,” thought Lucy. She sighed, wondering how long she’d be waiting. Lucy had shown anContinue reading “Music Lessons”

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A Righteous Fire

There is a deadly fire that burns within the hearts of some who love God. It is a burning that drives them to use it to rationalize any action, regardless of the cost to themselves or the people who love them. It obliterates all other thoughts, obscures vision, and is the prime motivation for allContinue reading “A Righteous Fire”