Tag Archives: anxiety
I’ve been writing my poetry for some time, ever since someone mistakenly called me a poet. I replied, No, I’ve never penned a poem in my life, then sat down and began to write. I haven’t stopped since. Looking back … Continue reading
In a few hours, I’ll be boarding a plane for Houston, Texas and the Cat Writers’ Association Conference. Excited? Yes. Anxious? Yes. This is so far out of my comfort zone, I can’t even count the ways. But there is … Continue reading
The ocean pounds the shore, a peaceful noise. The air is warm, perfect. Birds sing, the coor of a dove. I have no place to be, no time constraint, nothing on my agenda, yet I am anxious. It is … Continue reading
Anger, like a white dwarf star after implosion, lives on. Like a star, anger is deadly. Unlike a star, anger is personal.