The view out my window is desolate today, save for the few small patches of used-up snow…strewn here and there like old worn-out socks, dropped by a woman wandering aimlessly in search of a sunny day…to hang her laundry against a bright, blue sky. Poor little socks of snow, peppered with bits of grit…
On the brink of a dream
My dismay, though, melted into the richness and beauty of her writing. From this delicious feast served up one chapter at a time, she called to me to write. I you are an artist in hiding, a dancer in your dreams, a writer held captive by doubts…an kind of creative person who stands on the brink of a dream too afraid to jump…get your hands on this book. Her words will be like honey to sooth your soul.
Going on TV…Optional
Around Thanksgiving I was watching Good Morning America. One of their guests that day was a woman who described herself as being a misfit: overweight, awkward and bullied throughout her high school years. Not surprisingly she started college with pretty low expectations. Actually it was more like dread….of more of the same. She said she…
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