When I was in medical school, I remember listening to a poet bravely pour out her soul to us as we sat in our usual spots at Sackler Hall.
All in Creative Endeavors
When I was in medical school, I remember listening to a poet bravely pour out her soul to us as we sat in our usual spots at Sackler Hall.
It may come as NO surprise to you that I decided to Disney Bound to work on Wednesdays!
Before my writing group meeting this morning, I grabbed a few books that I wanted to re-read today for inspiration to work on my own writing.
There are a lot of talks out there about who you should or shouldnโt follow on Instagram, especially if what youโre scrolling through doesnโt make you feel good about yourself.
An invitation to write some poetry, with some prompt-starting ideas for the reluctant and not-so-reluctant writer in you.
Today, in honor of Peter H. Reynolds, I want to talk about another one of his books, Sky Color. In Sky Color, Marisol is an artist but she becomes stumped when she is helping to paint a school mural and there is NO BLUE PAINT FOR THE SKY!
The Bookworm family has been researching Meet-Cutes in fiction to inspire our own writing.
Dr. Bookworm shares her favorite (free) printable Valentineโs Day card options.
Just like last year, Iโve followed the #Mermay phenomenon on Instagram, which was originally started by Tom Bancroft, a Disney animator veteran. This yearโs favorites include many crossover mash-ups and though there were too many I admired to post in one spot, Iโve wrangled up a few of the ones that inspired me the most.
Earlier this week I was putting together a last minute query. Thatโs NEVER good idea.
This is a work in progress. I was inspired to write a picture book based on these famous Star Wars lines. But it ended up being an ode to my bookworm girls. So, in honor of Mother's Day, here it is. I love you, Mini Me and Little Lion. Seven and a half plump-tillion pieces.
My mom has slowly been giving me things from my childhood room over the years. I have no idea what to do with my spelling and academic trophies, but I did know that when she handed over my letterman jacket from varsity cheer, I was reluctant to donate it.
Then I had an immediate epiphany. Though I went to an all-girls school, I cheered for the all-boys school counterpart....and their colors were HUFFLEPUFF HOUSE COLORS. Well, I happen to know a very loyal Hufflepuff in my house, Little Lion!
Can I tell you the little things that I love about being a mom? Besides the fact that my girls are perfect (but not) and that they bring so much joy (overall) and they own every single piece of my heart.
I like helping with Valentine's Day cards. And Halloween treat bags. And when they were younger (or far more many times with Mini Me than Little Lion), with birthday treat bags for parties. It's fun. And it's a privilege. #ILoveBeingAMom
On the way home from our Thanksgiving celebration with the family, I realized that we forgot to say what we are thankful for. Traditionally we write what we are thankful for anonymously and then place them all in a bag. The gratitude notes are then read out loud.
Since we forgot, the four of us stated our thank yous in the car.
"Far away from here, following the Jade River, there was once a black mountain that cut into the sky like a jagged piece of rough metal. The villagers called it Fruitless Mountain because nothing grew on it and birds and animals did not rest there."
"Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death."
"Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that's true."
"Garrison Griswold whistled his way down Market Street, silver hair bobbing atop his head like a pigeon wing. He tapped his trademark walking stick, striped in Bayside Press colors, to the beat of his tune."
Common Welsh Green Dragon from Harry Potter, Tsunami Dragon from Wings of Fire, and Mother of Dragons, not really from Game of Thrones :D
"When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping."