Therapeutic Writing
Spring Forward
Nature sprouts. People go outside their homes, put on shorts, take off shirts, dig in dirt, jump in water, and feel gleeful in the renewed warmth. After being cooped up, personal media shifts to in-person. They look over fences, tender a wave, and greet on the street. Maybe, just maybe, after their sequestration by winter…
Read MoreCloset Writing Sanctuary
“When I get really stressed, about to boil over, I head toward my closet.” Totally serious and willing to share, my friend, a woman I’d known since our teenage years, went on. “You’ve seen my closet, right? You saw the chair?” Nope, just a big walk-in closet in a big house seriously packed with lots…
Read MoreDear John, It’s Over #breakup
29 characters of a short-not-sweet tweet broke his heart. Then she grinded it into the ground with detailed phrases. Always late. Earbuds in ears, you never listen. Forgot bday. Crappy friends. Not best lover. #breakup Not only did they go out to her hundreds of followers including their friends and families, but she hash-tagged it…
Read MoreDead Air or Well-fed Relationship?
“Just the headlines!” Paige demanded, interrupting me with more brass than a marching band. I’d known her game through years of friendship. As a retired broadcaster, she gets impatient with lengthy descriptions. “Okay, okay!” I feigned defeat, waited for her reaction, then went right back to telling the same story, only faster. She tilted her…
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