The dogs barking are a metaphor for the nature of all things—the rhythm of life, the letting go of the illusion that we have any real control.

We take on roles and jobs that slowly suffocate the creative spark we were born with. The juice. The muse. The quiet, insistent voice that says, This is what you’re here to make.

"This blog is part of my writing studio. This is where I can invite others to share their perspective and to consider where my views on humanity meets theirs."

The present moment is always waiting for us to just take notice. To grab hold of it before it fades away.

At the heart of writing or sketching or creating anything is the desire to connect or to better see and understand the world we live in.

"And if we are born in the image of God, that means we are born to create. And if we are born to create, we are born to create a world that is fit for God." -- Michael Gerber

This is one of the hardest truths to write: achievement doesn't heal childhood trauma. You can build a beautiful life, earn degrees, create a family, and still feel like that displaced child inside.

Magic and irony all rolled up into one. My daughter singing a song about running from the daylight as I, her mother wrote a memoir titled 'Running Into the Night.'

We can either succumb to the adversity or decide not to give in. Decide and declare that adversity will not win.

Certain songs, smells, places, or objects become emotional landmines. They transport you instantly back to the worst moments. In memoir, these sensory triggers are gold—they're the details that help readers feel what you felt.