The day before yesterday, after I had picked up the kiddos from school, I saw some blurbs about some woman who was armed and dangerous somewhere in the Denver metro area. Caution was advised. Around that time, I started getting alerts: texts, e-mails, messages, that Denver Public Schools were on lock out. Apparently there was… Continue reading Columbine, Community Contused
I've always struggled with learning in the classroom. The teacher talking sounded like indiscernible waves of noise, much like what is seen in the "Peanuts" strip. Really. The problem didn't have anything to do with teacher but me. I mean, there were ones who taught in a monotone voice or presented material far over everyone's… Continue reading Building Brilliance Backwards
I had been scoping out local coffee shops I hadn't visited yet, and one popped up on my Google Maps search that didn't involve traveling far. The locale, however, was suspicious. Okay, maybe "suspicious" isn't the appropriate word. Disinterested is more like it. It's in a wealthy part of Denver, where people spend large sums… Continue reading Suspending Suspicion
Over the weekend, I was at the Denver Performing Arts Center's Boettcher Concert Hall for the DYAO (Denver Young Artists Orchestra) Spectacular, where conductor, composer, and arranger David Mairs talked about his World Premiere piece, "Dreamdancing." He talked about how it was his heart song, and he ended by encouraging all of us to write… Continue reading Corrupted Love Vanquished by Single Mom’s Compelling Heart Story
What a gorgeous bloom. I had never seen anything like it. Savannah told me it's a rose bred from two different species. *** I'm curious about and desiring to meet new people, not just because I'm a writer but I want to become better acquainted with community. What better way than to strike up conversation?… Continue reading Savannah, at The Perfect Petal
Complaints and whining have come unbidden, without invitation or reservation, and in abundance. And, I, for one, have been diminishing and descending into the depths of despair, feeling discouraged, frustrated, and lost. Figuring my role and my contribution in the community, with rejection looming and the seeming lack of fruitful progress where making a positive… Continue reading Giving Thanks
It's late. Most of the day is gone, with just over two hours to go and still much to do. Cooking. Packing lunches, getting snacks ready, filling water bottles. Psyching myself out of my body and mind's quiet whispers luring me to the couch to check the back of my eyelids. And... writing. Oh crap.… Continue reading Can I Do It? NaNoWriMo is Here.