Creativity and madness

I've struggled with depression for years. It started with my multiple sclerosis and was the first symptom spotted. Coincidentally, I restarted writing. My family always tells me I'm the creative one, the one who thinks oddly, out of the box (though I would argue my older brother is also gifted in this area - and…

Writing and photographing tears

Writing sorrow. Picturing those little droplets slipping from eyes, causing embarrassment or joy or shame or release... I hate crying. I've never learned to do it elegantly, with tissue carefully to nose, maybe some slight pinking of same. Nope. I look like I've been dragged down a mountainside backwards and face down after I cry…

Pseudopods

I love amoebas. They hang around in mucky water and do all sorts of tidying up activities. They can also hang out in your gut, and that's extremely unpleasant, but left to their own devices, they are interesting little creatures, moving around their environment, one pseudopod at a time. They grow and reproduce. They have a…

Spring?

It's the first day of spring, and as the howling "wintry mix" splats against my windows, I can still somehow feel the first tiny tendrils of life returning. This morning, walking around, I could feel the hint of warmth on the breeze, at least until the gale turned around and got cold. I can't help…

Living with sorrow

It's been an interesting week, as the old Chinese curse would say. I read "The Deception of Livvy Higgs" by the wonderful writer Donna Morrissey, while simultaneously realizing I couldn't attend her evening class as planned due to a minor flare up of my MS which seems to be hanging on, alas. Then I went…

The joys of connecting to inspiration

Back when my kids were little, I homeschooled them for a year. It was a magical time for me as a parent. My middle son was just learning to read, and in the space of a few weeks he'd had that "aha!" phenomenon happen where suddenly the squiggles on the page became the story. The…

The love of a new bathroom floor

For most of my growing up years, I lived in the same small town, restricted by expectations and past experiences. When I married, I first escaped to London, UK for a year and a bit and then our multiply moving military madness started. We moved so often I got to be a pro at it,…

Are YOU brave enough?

  I saw this cup on the page for the Rumpus (doing my part for CyberMonday and taking a break from the Awesome Dr. Wicked's Write or Die, without which I would write nothing), and it stopped me short. Be brave enough to break your own heart. Think about that. It's an interesting phrase. Can…

Messages of fear

I've been watching the growth and development of my daughter from afar, of necessity because she still avoids me for some unknown reason. At one point, when we were still talking, she told me that "all my messages were ones of fear".  This always struck me as unfair. I have always walked openly into the…