I just returned from taking my husband and stepson to the airport. They fly out to his family in Texas while my stepdaughter and I will follow in two days. The house is hushed save a faint ticking from the living room clock. I am alone. Yet in this silence, an irresistible "in between place" …
The Scary Stuff!
There is no race with writing. We plant ourselves beside the fountain of God's inspiration and drink deeply. Whatever flows from head and heart through pen is enough for the day. At least this is what I tell myself when feeling poetic, inspired, and scared. To be perfectly honest, I procrastinate like the …
Christmas Came Early this Year!
Yesterday was a hard day for writing after coming down from my "creative high." Having pushed several projects forward, the inevitable plummeting into a slump had to do with the unpleasant stuff: paying the bills, finishing manuscript edits, and sending for use permission—all tedious and uncreative. By afternoon, I was depressed. Add to this, mismanagement …
Ethos
Ethos There are moments in a mother's life when you see your child's past, present, and future flash before your eyes. Recently, this happened to me when I saw the following article about my daughter, Elya, on the front page of the UCLA International Institute webpage. Senior Writer Kevin Matthew astutely captured the essence of …
Balloons and Balance
Lately I have been thinking about how to maintain a balanced life; holding the balloon strings of whom and what I love carefully threaded through only ten fingers. Deciding which to add, which to grasp tightly, and which to let go. Some even lift me up and carry me when I cannot walk any longer. …
What more could any mother want?
What more could any mother want? Yesterday afternoon around 4:00 pm the phone call finally came: "Mom, can your hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?" Skype calls from long distances tend to echo. The call was broken and scratchy but I was able to extract all of …
JoDee Luna Art 