Who am I and Why? Monthly Archives: July 2019
A COMEDIAN’S VIEW OF MEMOIR
Posted on July 25, 2019 1 Comment
The Alan Zweibel Writing Exercise Put the ‘me’ in memoir It seems like right now almost everybody has a story to tell. This is like the Age of Memoirs. My theory is that post-Watergate we realized we can’t trust the government. Post-911 we feel like we can’t really trust the media to know (or tell […]
Were you neglected or emotionally abused and don’t know it?
Posted on July 20, 2019 Leave a Comment
You’re probably pretty confident that you’d be able to recognize whether you or your child was being physically abused, but what about emotional abuse? Abuse is abuse no matter which form it takes. And according to experts, emotional abuse in the form of childhood emotional neglect can actually be one of the most harmful. “Neglect […]
POEMS THAT MAKE YOU THINK
Posted on July 16, 2019 Leave a Comment
EAST COKER By T.S. Eliot: I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. […]
WHO THE HELL AM I AND WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFE?
Posted on July 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’m pacing. I’m jumpy, unable to settle down. I want to do something and don’t know what. I would like to write but my head is empty. The guy is coming to fix my bathroom but that is not for another 45 minutes. What do I do in the meantime? This is how my days […]
Living Poetry
Posted on July 10, 2019 1 Comment
Originally posted on writing to freedom:
Living Poetry my first dance awkward glance fumbling, stepping on toes blushing, my face glows hesitantly learning to trust relax, spin and thrust flowing with the music of life letting go of struggle, pain and strife is god moving me or am I moving thee who cares, I dance…
HOW LUCKY CAN YOU GET?
Posted on July 4, 2019 Leave a Comment
My dog, Star, was introduced to you, but I didn’t tell you how she came to live with me. The beginning really started with another dog named Teddy – which happens to be my eldest son’s name. Although the owner told me about Teddy’s aggressiveness I chose to not hear her. One look and I […]
Who am I and Why? 