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jodi-thompson's picture
Jul.26.2012
I'm fighting that soul-sapping green-eyed monster. It gnaws at my gut, leaving me defensive and defenseless.  I become someone I don’t like, yet, unfortunately recognize. I’ve been here before and never enjoyed the visit. I vowed to never return. I try kind words to buy my one-way ticket out...
g-kasten's picture
Jan.23.2012
Occasionally I catch myself reinforcing obstacles in my own path. Making something less attainable helps me savor a desire for a longer time. Whatever it is I think I want might just disappoint me, while the goal of having it always provides a sense of purpose. Sometimes, the biggest obstacle to...
g-kasten's picture
Jan.14.2012
Obstacles and enemies can do us the biggest favors by defining our stances. Our lives are defined by our struggles, not by what we already have. Take away a person’s struggles and you take away much of the person.
jessica-kristie's picture
Nov.09.2011
Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do.  I sit with toes curled beneath soft blankets, feeding on the cold that is nipping at my nose....
kimberly-llewellyn's picture
May.04.2011
No wedding goes off without a hitch. And in your story, no protagonist’s journey should go along smoothly. Ever. Think of all the conflicts that a bride and groom endure on their long trip to the altar. Same holds true for your characters when trying to achieve their goals in the story. Joseph...
patricia-lee's picture
May.03.2011
Milt and I had a nice coffee chat this morning.  I realized a couple of things while we were talking.  Although this time we spend talking doesn’t produce much or help cross items off our do list, it’s probably the most important time of day for us.  It starts with scattered chatter, this and that...
jolina-petersheim's picture
Apr.11.2011
It almost felt like we were Peeping Toms as my husband and I clustered around the computer screen, avidly watching the most intimate details of this young family’s life for the twentieth time in less than ten days. We laughed when the couple picked on each other, fretted when their offspring didn’t...
patricia-struntz's picture
Jan.17.2011
For days on end a little titmouse has flown against the vaulted window in our front room. Starting at daybreak and returning again and again until nightfall, it seems to want entrance or passage –persistently undaunted by the fact that neither is obtainable. Trying to see from its point of view...
cheryl-l-snell's picture
Aug.09.2010
I was thinking about how Alice Walker kept a sign over her office desk which would cause much fall-out later. It was to remind her about obstacles other writers had faced, and stred down: Woolf had madness, Eliot was ostracized, Austen had no privacy, the Brontes died young and dependent,...
sandra-f-carrington-smith's picture
Feb.11.2010
“All you have to do is know where you're going. The answers will come to you of their own accord.” ~ Earl Nightingale   Several years ago, my husband and his family were part of a dart team, and they met every Wednesday evening to compete against other people. Having just arrived to the US from...