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Book

So I wrote a book. It’s called: “I Write Because I Can, notes on grief, loss, and life.

I’m still pinching myself because I’ve wanted to write a book since I was 23 years old and now I have after all these years. I actually started out trying to write a completely different kind of book, one that I’ll write someday soon, but this tiny book is what wanted to be written!

So you might be wondering why it has taken so long to finally write and publish a book?

In A Nutshell? Fear.

From childhood and into my adult life, I’ve lived with experiences that were deeply traumatizing and that trauma lived on inside me unattended. At my core, I never felt that I belonged to myself, or had the right to belong to myself or to live my life as it was meant to be lived.

One of the ways it manifested was that I couldn’t seem to land in my writing. I just could not understand why. I had so much to say, why couldn’t I get it out? What was keeping me from the page? When I understood that it was trauma that had interrupted my ability to be completely myself, I began the intensive, long, difficult work of healing. Among many things, one of the results is that I am now an author…and I am just getting started!

 

“I Write Because I Can” is available for purchase in e-book form and paperback at Amazon, Indigo, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Book Depository and Apple Books!

https://amazon.com/dp/B09PGR58QW

Barnes & Noble Paperback

https://www.barnesandnoble

Apple Books

https://books.apple.com/us/book/i-write-because-i-can-notes-on-grief-loss-life/id1603530152

Blog

For the last few years, I’ve written a blog. I’ve been away from it for quite a while, but I’m starting to write into it again and plan to post about once a month.  In the meantime, enjoy what I’ve written so far!

Why I Write – Friday June 4th/2021

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Why I Write

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2020 Is In The RearView Mirror, Now What?

I don’t know about you, but for me, 2020 was, in turn, bewildering, emotional, gut-wrenching, scary and thankfully dotted with peaceful, happy moments and deep growth. I don’t think anyone hasn’t been affected in some way by the events of this year, and I think most...

Waking Up

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Daisy’s Gift

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How To Let Go Of The “Shoulds”

“At some point, you have to let go of what you think should be happening and live in what is happening.” elephant journal People are always saying that either they have to let go or telling you that you need to let go. Letting go is a big thing these days, yet the...

Life Notes

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A Small Big Kindness

I was struggling. I was on my way back from the laundromat; I had three huge garbage bags full of laundry, clothes, sheets, towels, lovely and clean. I felt like I was carrying bags of wet sand. I was hot and sweaty. I was feeling like a fool; I was upset. Why was I...

Thoughts On Love

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Lately

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Barbies and grassy notions…

When I was little, sometimes I’d stand on the bed in the spare room and peer out the window to inspect the ground below. The side of our house that was never used, the side, that for a time, became a fixation. There wasn’t much to see, a long strip of grass and the...

Thoughts On Not Knowing

I’m in the mall, its the first day of the fair. Everything was set up the night before flowers on the tables, new sign up sheets at the front table. We look good. I’ve had my morning coffee, a little something to eat, and I’m ready to go. Then it happens, just as my...

Why Winter Is A Good Thing

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Today Is The First Day

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