Writing can heal. Some people discover this through therapy (or perhaps an online writing course like Write Over Divorce), and some people make it happen all by themselves. Lotta Dann was a wife-and-mother with a perfect life and a drinking problem. One day she decided privately, suddenly, independently, urgently, to stop drinking alcohol. She didn’t seek help or join AA or […]
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Hey, I write poems, you know. (Maybe you write poems too.) Somewhere a poet is cleaning a bathroom. Somewhere a cleaner is writing a poem. If you like this blog for any reason at all, you may well enjoy the poems on my other blog, Poems in the wild. I adore having this outlet for poems […]
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Well, it’s about 60 hours since the big earthquake and my short exercise in expressive writing has already done its magic. In my last blog post I vented my secret thoughts and feelings, no matter how embarrassing. Last night I slept brilliantly for nearly six hours and dozed nicely for two more, aided by a […]
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You freeze until you register what’s happening: a long, strong earthquake shaking the bed east-west-east. And shaking. During that everlasting two minutes, you stop, drop and cover under a table or doorway. The shaking stops and you put on random clothes and locate the bug-off bag in case you have to leave. Immediately a series of aftershocks begins. Earthquake routine: texting Ever […]
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Who am I to give advice about walking? Somebody who used to be not a human as we know it but a balloon on a string, that’s who. I deeply appreciate the joy of walking for that very reason: for years I was virtually unconscious of my body when out for a trot. All my […]
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