Category: Creative Rant
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The Line Still Holds
Every generation has a moment where the ground feels unsteady. Where organizations are questioned, trust is fractured, and the noise is so loud it’s hard to tell truth from narrative. We are living in one of those moments now. Headlines with “if it bleeds, it leads” hooks. Videos without context. Sound bites lacking substance. And…
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Carry On, But Softer
One of my all-time favorite songs is Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. I used to think carry on meant bracing myself and pushing through no matter what. Jaw set. Shoulders tight. White-knuckled. Breath held just enough to keep moving. Carry on meant endurance. It meant showing up no matter how depleted I felt. It meant…
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Especially in the Change
Finding peace in a season of becoming As I sit here crying, for some unknown reason, I’m reminded that getting older isn’t for the weak. There’s no dramatic trigger. No single sharp thought. Just a quiet swell of emotion that arrives uninvited and settles in my chest. There’s a word that carries an entire storm…
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In the In-Between
Quiet morning. Steaming cup of coffee. Outside my window, a wooded landscape rests beneath a soft covering of snow. Water drips steadily from bare branches as the day warms just enough to loosen Winter’s hold. The snow hasn’t disappeared, but it’s slowly and deliberately changing. There’s a stillness to mornings like this. This time of…
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Choosing Peace in a Season That Demands Stillness
This has been a winter to remember. The kind of winter that, decades from now, we’ll reference with a knowing smile and say, “I remember when…” It was a hard one by any measure. Frozen RV water lines. Trudging through nearly a foot of snow just to reach a water source. Moving slowly – carefully…
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SOS Cuba
Millions of Cubans across the world are shouting, “We cannot remain silent.” Most of humanity cannot even begin to understand the Cuban people’s plight – communism, oppression, poverty…and all for the sake of politics. I’m not going to pretend I understand all the nuances surrounding the Cuban people and their struggles, but what I do…
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Chasing Light: Quickbooks
My DH says, “Math is of the devil.” Now, I know not everyone agrees with this statement, yet for me, there’s a reason I majored in English and minored in Communication Arts. Math is definately not my forte. Which brings me to today’s rant. Since moving forward toward running a funtioning and hopefully profitable business,…
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Diary of a Bad Writer: An Uncluttered Road
A dear friend went on vacation. She packed her bags, fueled up her car, and hit the road. She shared her adventure on her blog glitzyadventure.com, and of course, I’ve had to read it. In one of her posts she closes the dialogue with this statement: Our road is presently uncluttered. Kathy Leigh – My…
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Diary of a Bad Writer: Simplicity
As I begin to catch up to my mother’s age, I realize more and more how we, as humanity, accumulate stuff we think we can’t live without, yet in reality…we can and often times should. But then the challenge of letting it all go becomes stressful. That 65 inch television you got for Father’s Day…
Peace In The Margins 