Have you ever played small? Cut it out.

Making myself nothing to suit others is not humility; it’s ego and lack of trust. When I make myself small to “help” someone else feel like they are important what I’m really communicating is I think I’m too big for you to handle and you are too weak to see my greatness. Real relationships require…

Thought for today: Cowboy Wisdom

 Cowboys and “whine” do not mix. I fell off a horse nine years ago, figuratively speaking anyway.  And then while I was still on the ground a whole stampede ran through and about did me in. Nine years is a long time to be afraid of horses. If you want to get over this fear,…

Country Girls, Chatter Boxes, Lobotomies and Life

hy·per·bo·le    [hahy-pur-buh-lee] 1. obvious and intentional exaggeration. 2. an extravagant statement or figure of speech not intended to be taken literally, as “to wait an eternity.” Have you ever tried to tell a joke to someone and have them stare at you like you have a third eye? Me too. I’m amazed at how many people do not recognize hyperbole from reality, especially when it comes to humor. In light of that recent discovery,  I want…

Going to Boot Camp, Be back in a week

I’m in Poetry Boot Camp with Molly Fisk starting today — I’ll be offline while I’m taking this class. For those of us who’ve traveled the roads of uncertainty – those of us who come across one angry gorilla after another when we turn corners – after a while it’s tempting to just sit in…

Mending My Life

Well written poetry heals souls. Why bother using an Ivy League vocabulary when the truth is as simple as that? Well written poetry heals souls. When discussing great literature, I catch myself wanting to write as if I’ve graduated from Baylor instead of business college. That makes book reviews difficult for me sometimes. I want to…

Originally posted on countingducks:
But many of them are unfurnished and unlit. Those rooms are the possibilities afforded by our personalities and abilities. Gradually, if misfortune strikes, we will turn off the lights of one room after another, till the warm and blazing mansion of personality is now some brooding unlite  and dilapidated shelter on…

My Brain, My Banjo and Me

It’s all about perspective — I told my son last night that I was going outside to work on sucking less at playing my banjo (aka practice) and he looked at me and said, “Mom you play that thing better than everyone in this house – including Dad and he’s a musician. You don’t have…