If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
When I tell my friends I need to relax more, they often suggest that I should meditate. I've tried off an on for years to meditate, with mixed success. Trying to sit and think of nothing doesn't work for me. Mantras and counting are a little better, but I confess I don't meditate regularly because... Continue Reading →
Thanks to my many physiological quirks, I've had to build my own health plan. I've learned that things that are healthy for others, like a vegetarian diet, are not healthy for me. Over the years, with the help of professionals and friends, I've discovered that I have a thyroid problem, various food sensitivities, and some... Continue Reading →
I've started my drawing class. Drawing is proving much more emotional than I expected. I'm swamped with anxiety whenever I pick up my pen or even think about picking it up. I keep drawing shaky lines because my hand is quivering. I don't know where this fear is coming from. I hope I can work... Continue Reading →
Now that my draft of Rapunzel is finished, tidy, and put away to rest, I'm trying to decide which of my other books to work on next. Something I was really looking forward to — re-reading my drafts and picking my next writing project — is turning out to be an unsettling process. Instead of being excited,... Continue Reading →
