Tag: peace
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Writing for the Fourth Turning
There’s a quiet kind of writing that doesn’t chase trends: it listens for what’s coming next. It’s like anticipating the seasons of next year. Not the next trope. Not the next genre wave. But the next emotional need society hasn’t quite named yet. The deeper ache beneath the headlines. The psychic fatigue that’s been building…
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Teresa Giudice Reality versus Real Life Reality
Teresa Giudice, I am not. You’ve probably heard of Teresa Guidice. It’s hard to miss her. Teresa Giudice on the magazine covers in the checkout lane at the grocery store. Teresa Giudice on the magazine someone leaves dangling over the toilet paper in the restrooms at work. Teresa Giudice, everywhere! A few nights ago while…
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Here’s to a No-Drama Holiday!
I come from a huge, extended family that covers about a fourth of the State of Georgia, including cousins not seen in years and other cousins not claimed in much longer than that. And plenty enough of the latter are in jail or dancing on table-tops or mowing the lawn in their bikinis and Daisy-Duke …
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Why I’m More Okay Now Than Before
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I’m thinking about this a bit more because I’ve written several times in the past year that hey, I’m okay. Sometimes it sounds like a surprise and other times like so much self-talk so I don’t shrink back to where I was, but it’s…
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A Day to Remember…at the Perfect Home Office
Pic: My home office’s annex. That’s my desk. A day to remember. Not for what I accomplished but for what I didn’t. It was my day off, my day to catch up on things around the house, including laundry and dishes and correspondence. I had a billion things on my to-do list and finished…two and…
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The Joys of Thinking Differently
One of the reasons I feel so happy these days is that I’m fulfilling my life purpose, particularly the part about celebrating being different. I have always thought “differently,” which has the propensity to get one humored at best and ridiculed or cast out at worst. It’s hard growing up in a world that tells…
