A lot of my time is spent lost in my thoughts which is also part of the territory as a writer. I have had a lot of dreams - some that have come to life and others that have fizzled out. There have also been those dreams that have been put on the shelf for… Continue reading The time is now
All it takes is a trigger. One comment. A thought. An image. Sitting here on my own day after day I have become vulnerable, isolated, low. In these moments of my day, all it takes is a trigger. Then that familiar feeling of sadness and anxiety creeps in. Yesterday was different. I cried and cried.… Continue reading Somewhere in the Middle
I am writing this with great trepidation. How can I write about something so tragic? What words could I possibly offer in an event that is so fresh on the minds of the readers? I feel led to write something. Sitting idly by and watching the day tick away may be the easy option, but… Continue reading Where Was God In The Massacre?
As I wait another day, I sit in silence and begin to pray. Another day of unemployment, It feels as if there is no enjoyment. Watching the commuters drive to work, I think about my latest quirk. Shall I bake? Shall I write? Shall I read? Shall I fight? Fight my emotions, fight my pride,… Continue reading My Poem of Prayer and Praise
This week at #The Loft, we are chatting about blogging! As a blogger since 2011, I have never thought about talking about my blog as a subject in itself. Usually, it writes itself and people generally get the idea... (I think). However, it is a great opportunity to share with you the motivations behind why… Continue reading A Blogger Blogging About My Blog: Why I Write The Mustard Seed