Writing

Ugh, don’t you love songs about regret? It’s the worst kind of feeling, and the best kind of song – the twist of the knife, the sailed ship, the too little too late. Right now, I’m in a season in which I’m thinking about the big picture – the whole of a life – the…

I’ve been thinking. And I think… I think that Lori McKenna’s “The Luxury of Knowing” is the best song I’ve ever heard. I mean it. Keith Urban’s version isn’t bad, either.  Holy smokes. [Please forgive YouTube videos – just listen.  And let your heart break.  And then get on with your day.]

Morning is my least-creative time.  I am not –  how do you say it? – PERKY.  I don’t wake up before the sun, just bursting with inspiration to get the day started.  And because I don’t work in a traditional office environment, the most “ready” I get these days is a tank top and workout…

It feels strange to not be writing here. When I don’t write, I’m reminded that this blog was born out of a need in me, for myself, and not really for anyone else.  I can’t not write.  I think I have to, as a part of being the truest version of myself. But I haven’t…

A few times, I’ve mentioned the fact that I’ve been working on a secret project. And each time, I’ve thought, “I’ll tell everyone what I’m doing soon” – but it just hasn’t happened.  I’ve written about things like Zumba and ants and Tom Hanks as Animals instead – because I just couldn’t help it (and…

First, set the scene: waterside. Next, choose a random hobby – coin collecting, or stained glass windows, or composing music.  This hobby will help create a narrative arc that will act as a metaphor for deeper emotional storylines. Now, take an unlikely couple.  At first, they don’t like each other, because they’re just too different. …

The best LÄRABAR that ever existed was Cocoa Môlé – but earlier this fall, they retired the flavor, so I gnashed my teeth and tore my sackcloth. But late on Friday afternoon, Miranda pointed me toward an announcement on their Facebook wall: We just uncovered 35 boxes of Cocoa Môlé (16 bars/box). It’s the last…

You know my friend Annie Downs? Of course you do.  She is famous in the blog world, famous in Nashville, famous in my heart, and now, famous in honest-to-goodness book print. When I first met Annie several years ago, she was in the beginning stages of writing a book.  She wrote and wrote and wrote,…

I secretly believed that if I didn’t post any blogs in November, I would still continue to write and stockpile posts so that when December rolled around, I would have an arsenal to draw from. That didn’t happen. At all. In fact, I’m checking my computer for any scraps I may have written that I…

It’s September 28, and on tap to be 92 degrees today.  While I am seriously perturbed at Denver’s unwillingness to budge into fall, the good news is that there is no snow in the mountains, and I was able to get several more 14ers under my belt this past Saturday. I did the Decalibron –…