66 Years, 24,107 Days: A Birthday Reflection on Time and Numbers

66 Years, 24,107 Days: A Birthday Reflection on Time and Numbers

No, I’m not “just a number.” I am many numbers and I am more than my numbers. And I don’t bemoan the numbers that identify and define me. I’m grateful because they center and ground me.

Generative Clay

Generative Clay

I use the word “magic” often when talking about writing, especially generative writing. And I’ll keep using it. The magic is palpable in generative writing communities. The words that emerge are generative in themselves. They generate a gentle path toward healing and compassion. This practice is a generative clay that generates community.

Writing Bubble

Writing Bubble

I’ll write to celebrate the joy I find under a bush or wedged deep inside a pocket. I’ll also voice the heartache. Not to bellyache my way through an annoyance of everyday life, but because I’m not the only one who experiences dark turns and moments bereft of light. Sharing my story lets others know they’re not alone. 

In the Middle

In the Middle

Some of the special bits of this marathon will escape the page, but this jumbled stream of marathon memory is enough. My inner writer is rubbing her word belly and already poking at my 2026 calendar: “Save those dates! We’re going back.”

Deep Creative Dive

Deep Creative Dive

Some might think I waited too long to take deep creative dive. But even winter can’t stop me writing. 

Unfurling Grief

Unfurling Grief

she modeled the wintering, the unfurling.
And I know I can stand strong in my winter when it comes.