Conversation With God. In the Car. While I’m Driving.

Yesterday I sat in the car and talked to God.  It was almost embarrassing.  Something more dignified maybe?  Like sitting in my bedroom or outside in the grass and looking into nothingness to channel the inner divine?  No.  I was driving on Chagrin Boulevard, one of the busiest roads in northeast Ohio in Cleveland.  I […]

Only the Essentials

I did it.  I threw out lotion and perfume bottles. It’s something I’ve never done before.  I could never bring myself to waste, and in that incapability to throw away, I had more than I ever needed.  Today was the day.  I opened a trash bag and went to town on my bedroom.  Magazines, lotions, […]

Visions When I Travel: Epiphanies on 80 East

Since I was a little girl, the car window was like a magical lens for me.  While my siblings played random traveling games, I’d stare out the window and watch the rolling hills, the purple sunsets, the hitch hikers dragging feet, the black smoke from the big wheel trucks. When I’m the passenger, my thoughts […]

My Dear Facebook Friends, I’m Afraid We’re All More Than Instagram and Angry Birds

Facebook statuses prompts, “what’s on your mind?” is like greeting someone with, “how are you?” No one really listens or really wants to know how you’re doing. Instead, like asking “how are you?” and getting the routine “good!” “well!” “I’m great!” Facebook statuses are a running wall of finding out who FINALLY! got! RAIN! and […]

Not Everyone Walks With You: Choosing Companionship for Life

I have begun closing relationships which suggest – however slight or indirect – that I must choose to either be a great mother or a great writer/activist. Because, you know, it’s so much more acceptable to tell a mother to choose than for me to tell my partner that he can either be a great […]

Permission

I’m giving myself permission write whatever, whenever. Sometimes I think expectations slow me down. Worrying too much what is and isn’t good enough, perfect, right. Those are high expectations in writing, particularly when the process of writing itself is built upon the premise of it being a process. Not everything is gold. Not everything is […]

What is An Activist? A definition in the works

I was recently challenged to come up with a working definition of what makes an activist.  And since my brain is far from rested or even working, I have just an abbreviated response.  This is to be continued.  This is not finished.  It is not inclusive of all my thoughts on this topic.  It’s huge, […]