Its’ been over a month since I’ve written. I could say that I’ve been busy with the holidays and flipping a house, but the truth is I’ve set a goal to write about people and their art (rather than just art) and now find myself obsessing over details and what impression the subjects may have.
I wrote earlier about writing and what a relief it was to write about what I wanted, when I wanted. It’s as if things don’t seem normal without the self-imposed pressure we place upon ourselves to be more something, to write about something.
Like pets. Most people have them, but ours are somehow more special. We are quite sure of this. Why am I comfortable writing a blog about cats and not about someone who has impressed me? If I write from my point of view, then no one can argue. It’s mine. Writer and life coach Tania Carrierre told me to write about what I’ve fallen in love with – even if it’s just about a few moments, they are my moments and only I can know whether they are accurate.
For now, I’ll be paying attention to how my cats purr and play, then write about it because they are clearly cuter than yours! Then tomorrow, I will write about my impressions of someone I’ve met, or music, or old friends. It might even be you.
Rocket, Detective and Research Assistant
Pebbles, Editor in Chief
This is me. Stepping out of my “political walk-in closet.” I need that much room for all my questions and concerns. I got so discouraged this week after seeing personal attacks on Facebook and NextDoor from people who are supposed to be friends and neighbors! I really didn’t want to write this blog. I write about art, travel and family. I’m writing it anyway because its out of my comfort zone – and all that. Continue reading
Water color portrait by Jacqueline Stubbs
Sometimes I have to write something for myself – about my Mom. I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately. Not that I don’t think about her throughout each day, because I do. I’m talking about the thoughts and questions that bring me to tears. The kind of boiling tears that make you walk around the house carrying tissues and not daring to put on mascara or go out because you’ll look like hell and start crying all over again when anyone asks how your day is going. Continue reading
Conversing with Dad
I was nominated by Britchy to participate in this quote challenge on the art of conversation. She knows I need help with the technical aspects of WordPress and what better way than to challenge me in a way that will require links and tags!! Also, in a time when conversations (i.e. effective communication) are more crucial than ever, I’m going to throw in a recommendation along with my quotes. Continue reading
I recently read more letters from my Dad to my Mom during the Vietnam War. They encompassed significant dates such as Valentines Day, their anniversary, and the birthday of my younger brother. Dad was notoriously frugal, yet generous. This Valentine’s Day card is a perfect example. In the enclosed letter he describes, with pride, how he procured a “good as new” wool pea coat for Mom from the ship’s store. The sailor to which it had been assigned, never picked it up and it was on sale for $3.00! However, it will cost $15 to have it lined, so figured my Mom could “do that herself.” Frugal. He also described how he was going to buy her a beaded “shell” for $25 (a lot of money then), and “I assume you are still a 38 and I dream about them.” Generous and in love. Continue reading
Settling in with the loss of both parents and recently retired, I have found time to do things I’ve been putting off. Today, I started digging through a box of letters that my Mother had saved. I remember the first time I saw it. It was the spring my Father died and Mom moved into assisted living. I knew it was precious or they would not have included it in their household shipment to Texas. It was in the hall closet, along with photo albums, video and audio recordings. Into a box they all went, and there they stayed, in my closet, for 4 years. Continue reading
Family Secrets – Talk About Your “Stuff”
In an earlier blog, I wrote about how “perfect” my Mom was. I never met my Mom’s parents and it wasn’t until I was 40 that I learned why my Mother strived for perfection. She had high expectations for me as a daughter (including the white glove test.) She was upset when I told her I wanted to be married at a local B&B. Nothing less than a fancy church wedding and reception would do. She hand sewed my bride’s maids’ gowns and helped over see the selection of music, flowers and catering. It was perfect. I couldn’t and wouldn’t have done it without her. Continue reading
Painting by Judy Mackey
Creative Pension Payment: Being able to write about anything
I’ve always been a writer. When I was 12, I wrote a short story. I even typed up the manuscript, but my Dad got transferred to Japan that summer and it was misplaced in the packing. In middle school and high school I filled journals with poetry and teenaged revelations. In college I wrote all the time (my BA is in Communications.) At work I wrote contracts, white papers and occasional articles for company publications. And then I went to graduate school…. It was exhausting after a while. Continue reading