Regarding our goals, hopes, and dreams... When fear grips, when it calls your name, remember FEAR IS A LIAR. In my life fear is sometimes patient; taking a backseat to joyful anticipation when I choose to begin something new and subtly creeping in further down the road. Other times, fear is impatient and stands boldly … Continue reading Fear is a Liar
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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
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]
Actually, Pamela is My Mother…
A lot of thought and prayer went into titling the documentary and I did initially struggle with the phrase "Calcutta is My Mother" simply because I do have a mother and her name is Pamela. While I believe it to be an appropriate title for the film because it best encompasses the driving force behind the project, I want to clear … Continue reading Actually, Pamela is My Mother…
The Denver International Airport, My Backside and other “Huger” things…
Rubina says a lot of odd and hysterical things these days. They tell me it's her age. Here's a portion of a conversation we had in the car last weekend... Rubina: I'm a little girl and you're a mommy. Me: That's right...what's the difference between little girls and mommies? Rubina: Little girls just play and dance … Continue reading The Denver International Airport, My Backside and other “Huger” things…
Learn to be a Ninja…
Rubina often presents some interesting topics during our evening bedtime banter; anything to stall and fill the short space of time between adamantly protesting her sleepiness and her sweet, little snores. She's presented many questions over the years during this time... Last night, after singing each of her favorite songs [twice] she quietly said, "Mommy, … Continue reading Learn to be a Ninja…
Threads of Tradition | Throwback to a Sweet, Little Sweater and Traditions that Bind
(Left, me 1984 | Right, Rubina 2015) These photos thrill me. I love seeing Rubina in the same sweater I wore as a little girl. I delight in any opportunity to share with my precious Ruby. Especially pieces of my childhood. You may think I'm a terrible mother, but I found so much joy in … Continue reading Threads of Tradition | Throwback to a Sweet, Little Sweater and Traditions that Bind
Block & Flow
Feast...Famine. All...Nothing. My previous post was about my excitement of beginning another year and all of the blank space splayed out before me. The truth is that since writing those words I've really struggled in the first days of 2015; to find motivation, to complete my to-do lists, to follow through and to really live well. … Continue reading Block & Flow
Blank, Fresh Space…
And so here I sit, cozy and content on the first day of a new year; my husband seated at the other end of the couch taking in a football game (Go Ducks!!) and my little Rubina fully enveloped in her creative and playful imagination. I sit here thinking of the days ahead to be … Continue reading Blank, Fresh Space…
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