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letting go | letting go

rhoda-p-curtis's picture
Apr.17.2012
The essence of letting go is learning to dispense with nostalgia.  Our memories change as we age, and it is impossible, anyway, to remember something exactly as it happened.  In fact, no event is the same for any two people, especially as they think they remember it.  I can go to a...
annette-talbert's picture
Mar.13.2012
I was repeating this mantra to myself in the dark last night, "Let it go, detach yourself from this situation."In Buddhism letting go is known as non-attachment. Buddhists believe that everything in life is impermanent and ever-changing. We often believe this in our hearts, but our brains...
rina-macasaet's picture
Mar.03.2012
As I was running this early morning at the oval track I had a light bulb moment. Attainable goals are essential in life.  In my situation where upsets were unforeseen I see now how valuable having goals are to getting myself out of disappointment and anger. When I was busy traveling for work,...
jennifer-kathleen-gibbons's picture
Feb.01.2012
Whenever I heard authors complaining about their Amazon rankings, I thought wow, I want problems like those. Yeah, mean. But I didn't get it. How can you rank your self esteem on the whim of sales? I took my words back big time this week when I uploaded my ebook to Amazon. I was enjoying...
jennifer-kathleen-gibbons's picture
Jan.23.2012
Last night I couldn't sleep-had to take a benadryl, then I lay back down in bed. I was anxious, anxious, anxious. I had a long day, even for a Sunday. I realized I made a dopey mistake on my part, but it was too late to fix it. No one died, but it gave people extra work and I did feel bad about...
george-h-schofield's picture
Jan.20.2012
To My (Grownup) Daughter A broken heart: mine. You’re moving into your own life. It sure beats you staying here. Your orbit… Sometimes you will be moving away from me. I stand here, holding my breath, being afraid you won’t make the turn back toward me… Sometimes you will be moving toward me and I...
annette-talbert's picture
Jan.15.2012
  I let you go this morning.   I stood in the winter sunlight  and watched you walk away, towards the plane that would take you far from your mother's arms. Tender bones, frail and slight in my embrace. Yet your spirit is stronger than the mighty oak that rises majestically...
rina-macasaet's picture
Jan.14.2012
More than I was willing to admit then I do admit now that I felt deep betrayal.  I did not expect but rather assumed that the people I trusted most would come to my defense, not quietly but openly, taking a stand not for me but for the facts that were morally right and professionally correct....
jessica-kristie's picture
Nov.16.2011
  There was a bleeding that happened,when your hand slipped silently from mine.Narrow brooks lead to an ocean of sunshine –and I never quite got there.I’m always more in the spotted rim of your eye,keeping me from where I ever wanted to be. In a past moment – you had me. The sewn lips and...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.25.2011
September 25         No Dialing Tonight.       When it is late at night and I can’t sleep I wander and putter and plan my dreams.  I hold out hopes and wash their faces; pray for rain and clean all traces.  Thunderstorms rumble and lightning strikes; I...