If I were to tell the truth, it might be sadder than you imagined. If I were to be open, honest, and raw it might surprise you. If I revealed these past few months have been the most grievous of my life you might think I'm being dramatic. If I were to share how I feel (which … Continue reading Peace and Pain
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Feet Firmly Planted on the Ground | Head Soaring in the Skies Above
I've been absent, and not only from the pages of Written. While I write nearly every day, I was in need of a small breather from blog writing and book writing. I needed to clear some space and reassess my intentions and purpose. A reexamination of intentions is always a good idea, in my opinion, and this … Continue reading Feet Firmly Planted on the Ground | Head Soaring in the Skies Above
Bad Mom, Part 1 | No vs. Yes
Part 1 | No vs. Yes Rubina ask so many questions in a single day. More questions than I ever thought was possible. I've even categorized them; here's the breakdown: The "Can I's": Can I have some chocolate? Can I go outside? Can I get a cat? Can I jump from the fourth stair? Can I get a … Continue reading Bad Mom, Part 1 | No vs. Yes
Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 3 Organization Shmorganization
If you're not familiar with this series you can read Confession No. 1 here and Confession No. 2 here. Confession No. 3: While looking for any number of random items throughout my day I, inadvertently, find myself standing in front of an open refrigerator. Excuse me, your phone isn't in there, Resh, and neither is … Continue reading Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 3 Organization Shmorganization
The First Forty.
Since returning from Calcutta 40 days ago, I've spent hours upon hours writing. I've barely slept and I have the dark circles and serial yawning syndrome to prove it. My evening routine begins with cozy time with my little one; I'll read more books than we initially agreed upon and allow even more sips of water before finally … Continue reading The First Forty.
The Humble Hustle.
This vital reminder hangs above my desk; the space where I sit to write my book, blog and plan future chapters of my life. I absolutely LOVE it. Humility isn't something I've always embraced as wholly as I'd like to report; looking back it's embarrassingly absent. Kevin and I moved to Denver about 5 1/2 years ago and … Continue reading The Humble Hustle.
Who I Am [Challenge]
I posted this to my Instagram account this past weekend... I managed to score some unanticipated, afternoon writing time while my crew is at the pool. I also included #writer... I added it, deleted it and finally, hesitantly retyped it. Can I actually consider myself a legit writer? I don't have any books or novels published. I have had … Continue reading Who I Am [Challenge]
Bad Blogger…
It's true. I'm a bad blogger. Well, I'm a bad blogger as it pertains to frequency, anyway. I like to think the content you browse here is substantial but just few and far between enough as to leave you wanting more, right? I'm coming up on the 1 year anniversary of launching Written and it turns out I've averaged … Continue reading Bad Blogger…
Unpacking…
I'm terrible about unpacking after returning from a trip. Always have been. Terrible. Embarrassingly so. I've been home from Calcutta for about 2 weeks and this is an actual snapshot of the space where my suitcase, backpack and a pile of odds and ends have come to reside; hopefully not permanently. Albeit a small glimpse of the … Continue reading Unpacking…
35.
Currently, I am in Calcutta on the 35th anniversary of the day I left as an infant. It is a day which represents a devastating loss and a beautiful gain. On June 10th, 1980 I was lifted out of one world and transported into another. I'm processing the loss and the gain on the same ground where … Continue reading 35.
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