Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
The ones who collect shells, coins, feathers, and lavendar even when it means their kids go Peter-from the-Bible on them?
How do we accept when things come to an end? How do we know when to walk away? How Continue reading
She would embarrass me constantly too. Not by anything she did/said/wore (well sometimes the Converse trainers and expletives were a bit much) or how she smoked with the young girls while her peers drank tea in a circle saying the rosary. No, just by being herself.
It occurred to me that on the road to recovery, I had developed a special set of skills using instinct, intuition, vibrations, feelings, nuances. My 2 dull senses heightened the 3 fully functional ones. Those superpowers were my biggest gift as a writer. They made for some powerful storytelling.
Remind us that we have to go through it to get through it