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Tag Archives: Acceptance
On March 31st, A Writer’s March 2017 ended. A guest blogger, Bob Sabatini, wrote the final post entitled, “It’s Over! (Whew!).” Bob’s post nicely sums up my feelings on this year’s writing challenge. You can read it here. Afterwards, the … Continue reading
This year, in addition to participating in A Writer’s March, I contributed two guest posts. Here is the second of my posts: Fallow Fields The writers who have participated in A Writer’s March over the years are an amazing bunch. I’m honored … Continue reading
This year, in addition to participating in A Writer’s March, I’m doing two guest posts. I’ve joked with friends for years that writing is much like online dating. Well, A Writer’s March founder Samantha Tetangco challenged me to prove it in an essay. … Continue reading
I have always been strong-willed and stubborn. A fighter. Not with my fists, but with my intellect and my words. With my heart and soul. With my passion and conviction. With a strategic plan. But sometimes, no matter how much … Continue reading
Hope is a funny thing. Just when you think it’s gone, you find it in the most unlikely place. I’ll give you an example. Back on Election Day 2016, I squeezed into a white pantsuit. Normally I vote with an … Continue reading
I am now in possession of a teenager. Part of me has no idea how this happened, and the other part knows exactly how it happened. My daughter and I are thirteen years older than we were when we first … Continue reading
I’m dating again. This isn’t a place I expected to find myself after my marriage to Michael 1.0 in 1994, but it comes with the territory following a divorce. I get that. I’ve had my share of mid-life dating adventures … Continue reading
It’s hard to have hope after the most qualified woman—technically the most qualified person, male or female, in decades—loses an election to a compulsive liar without an ounce of relevant governmental experience. But something about the fear and the shock, … Continue reading