Shawna
mother (check), wife (check), poet (?)
Top posts:
- I Think I Broke My Toe, but I Don't Remember Being There When It Happened ... I Was Probably There, Though, Since I'm Attached to My Toe (51 votes)
- What She Doesn't Say About What She Doesn't Eat (46 votes)
- Sometimes You Just Have to Jump First and Think Later (45 votes)
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Latest Posts
Rediscovering Poetry: Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton
Until recently, I had decided not to write poetry anymore. Years ago, I wrote a poem in a heated fit of angst and frustration, pouring out my feelings (and then some) onto a page. For me, a poem begins as a bit of truth and then evolves into something...
Name That Snake
I told you about this guy a while back. http://www.goodblogs.com/view-post/A-Serpent-on-the-Window-Sill But I still don't know who he is. I do know that my neighbor found him in the street last week and chopped his head off. (The snake's head, not ...
Don't Be Afraid to Get Wet
Writing is a thrilling and terrifying thing. It overcomes. It draws forth. It rips apart. It binds. It gives birth to a new you, a naked you. Like an overcast sky, there are signs that a writing storm is looming. The first few word-drops ...
Poetry and Pulp Fiction
I've been having trouble sleeping because I can't stop thinking about writing. You know that feeling you get when someone slams a needle straight into your heart, especially when it's a shot of adrenaline and you've been in a drug-induced coma? Yeah...
Imparting a Passion for Knowledge Unto My Progeny (Or "Teaching My Kids to Get Excited About Learning" Or "Why Homeschooling Rocks")
First of all, I'd like to give a shout-out to Ryan C. Robert for showing me how fun it is to write ridiculously long titles. It makes me laugh, and it gives you a lot more information about the topic of my post. Also, it's kind of like cheating because...
"The Deluge That Almost Was" (Or "The Thunder That Told a Lie" Or "How Rain Makes Me Think About Stuff")
Ominous thunder beckons me unto itself, "Join me in the deep." The young scream in fright at its precipitous presence, but I am enchanted by an other-worldly invitation to wade into the cleansing baptism of water and words. Aerial explosions...
I Think I Broke My Toe, but I Don't Remember Being There When It Happened ... I Was Probably There, Though, Since I'm Attached to My Toe
How does one know if she has a broken toe? Seriously. I can't tell. All I know is that I stepped out of bed this morning and winced in agony. For half the day, I hobbled and limped, trying to apply only enough weight to my left foot to allow me to move...
What She Doesn't Say About What She Doesn't Eat
"A, S, D, F, J, K, L, Sem[icolon]." Those are the keys her typing teacher calls out for her to press. She obeys his command. Her fingers fly. And her stomach growls. She smiles because she is winning the war on hunger. She smiles because she is in pain...
Achieving Literary Greatness: Let Simplicity Speak
Recently, I've begun to feel pushed toward greatness in my writing. But the stimulus isn't from within; it's coming at me from the external world. In fact, it almost feels like an attack rather than a push. But the discomfort I'm feeling in my spirit...
Avoiding the Dentist Is Detrimental to Your Health, Well-Being, and Sanity
All humans with teeth are supposed to visit the dentist every six months for a cleaning. But most of us do not. If you're like me, you have all the best intentions when it comes to having your bicuspids (et al) scraped and poked biannually. You write...