Stories Untold

What an amazing day at the Nimrod conference for readers and writers. How lucky am I to get to live where so many diverse authors congregate? Meeting and talking to award winners, beginners, old hats, is nothing less than humbling and inspiring. There was no conflict, or separation of class, race, or any of the other constraints that tend to push us apart in our every day lives. Only human beings discussing, sharing, and honing their craft. A wonderful exchange between minds and souls that left at least one of those human word crafters rejuvenated,inspired, and honored. Two of my favorite moments today come from the very eloquent Robin Coste Lewis. We were having our lunch in the great hall and she came in and sat at our table. I was completely and utterly speechless. I tend to get that way around writers. I especially go dumb around poets. I would have no problem approaching any actor, the president,or anyone else, however writers...yeah...I lose it. There is so

What an amazing day at the Nimrod conference for readers and writers. How lucky am I to get to live where so many diverse authors congregate? Meeting and talking to award winners, beginners, old hats, is nothing less than humbling and inspiring. There was no conflict, or separation of class, race, or any of the other constraints that tend to push us apart in our every day lives. Only human beings discussing, sharing, and honing their craft. A wonderful exchange between minds and souls that left at least one of those human word crafters rejuvenated,inspired, and honored. Two of my favorite moments today come from the very eloquent Robin Coste Lewis. We were having our lunch in the great hall and she came in and sat at our table. I was completely and utterly speechless. I tend to get that way around writers. I especially go dumb around poets. I would have no problem approaching any actor, the president,or anyone else, however writers...yeah...I lose it. There is so

     So I never came back to revisit the dog days of summer.  It seems as though everything in my life that could happen or go wrong did, but let's just say that I do believe that dog days were for the most part behind us. Well, that is until this week where we've had heat indexes in the hundreds, but as for everything there is a season...including the seasons.  ( closest thing to humor I can manage at the moment)       I have had many, sobering, hard, thoughts, as of late. I am not exactly sure where it is all coming from, and I say as of late, but I suppose they have been there for a very , very, very, long time. I have just chosen to stifle them and try and be "that girl". You know, who that girl is right? The one that everyone else thinks you should be. The one that is always someone else's vision of you...but it's not you. Oh there are some sniplets that are you but mostly just hidden by other's perception.        Now that is not to say that I have

    Can you feel it? I know I can feel it. I can feel it all the way to my bones.   The dog days of summer was something that I heard growing up and never thought I thing about the saying. I was raised in the country and figured it was just something the older folks said in reference to their dogs and how hot it and they would get. What did I know I was a kid. It is not. Well it's mostly not.    For any of you that might not know the dog days of summer refers to ...and I'll give you the explanation as my dictionary has it because as someone once said, someone else has already written about it better than you so if it ain't broke... The   sultry   part   of   the   summer,   supposed   to   occur   during   the   period  that   Sirius,   the  Dog   Star,   rises   at   the   same   time   as   the   sun:   now  often   reckoned   from   July   3   to   August   11. A  period   marked   by   lethargy,   inactivity,   or   indolence.                            

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    Where has the year gone? Can you believe it?  I am sitting here deciding what direction to take with certain parts of my life and I am dumbfounded at just how fast everything seems to be flying by. I know I can't be the only one who is under a...where did the time go fog. It is almost frightening to me sometimes at just how quickly the days go by.      Time passing as time will do leads me to question if I am living my life to it's full potential. If I were to ask the powers that be that question how would they evaluate me?  Honestly I am sure that I would get a loud and unanimous NO.  So that then leads to reflection and what do I do to change this, thoughts. I am not one to make new year's resolutions as like most I never keep them. However, what about let's make some small changes and just try to absorb more, do more, BE more, before it's time to take that final dirt nap.        First off, my health, and well being. I am not just talking physical. Many