I took an online writing class about two weeks ago and during this time I learned about something called “freewriting,” which essentially means sitting down with a pen and paper and writing—off the top of your head—from a story prompt…
Category: Whims & Words
The River That Swallowed My Loneliness
I originally intended this to be a personal essay, but it just wasn’t … flowing. So, I rewrote it into a poem: I hear you racing to my left, swift and strong My quiet, charitable companion Blue-gray waves lapping the…
The Recipe Box
A childhood memory took me on a surprising journey this morning … It sits in the center of the table, surrounded by sprinklings of flour, sugar, nuts, and cocoa. A thin coating of flour dusts its top. The mustard-yellow lid…
Where Are You, Bedtime?
You know what’s the best thing ever? Bedtime. When the crazies who have torn through every room in your house like a hurtling, out-of-control tornado slumber into dream land and the house falls silent and still. Oh yeah, I start…
He Who Planted The Seed
As a writer, sometimes, out of nowhere, inspiration hits and all you can do is ride the wave. This is one of those times … For as long as I can remember I’ve had a thing for “solitary trees,” standing…
Suffocation, No Breathing
I’m tired, so tired. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of overthinking and making decisions. I’m tired of parenting. I’m tired of feeling suffocated, being pawed at, hung all over, clutched and clung to. I’m…
Sunflower
I love sunflowers. Their sunny, smiling faces speak to me of happier times, commemorating the most significant, most precious milestones of my life: Dating: My second date with my husband, when he stopped suddenly at a NYC street vendor on…
Tidal Wave
I had a terrible dream last night. This is significant because I rarely dream, and if I do, I never remember what happens, not with any clarity anyways. But today, I remember. My family are standing somewhere on the beach,…
Breaking Bread, And Tradition
You see this pasta bowl? It’s a symbol of my family’s durability and commitment to celebrating each day as if it’s our last. This thought dawned on me last night as I was preparing dinner. It was pasta night at…
The Road Map
If I could have a road map for one aspect of parenting it would be for teaching self-love and self-esteem. I’ve struggled with these concepts all my life, but they take on a whole new dimension when viewed through the…