With the ease of venting publicly through social media, there's a lot more nastiness out there. Wouldn't we all be so much better off if we vented on paper in a letter we never intend to send?

Writers often find themselves staring at a blank page wondering where to begin. Try jotting things down when they happen. Fully formed thoughts are not required.

Y'know “…in the event of an emergency, put your own oxygen mask on first."...? Well, writing’s my oxygen mask. It's the thing that keeps me from losing my shit when I feel like I'm losing my shit.

I have no idea what happened to the people in the brown SUV. It could have been us. It almost was. A split second (and the hubster’s quick acceleration) is all that saved us.

“The calendar flips and nothing is different, really. Still, there's much to celebrate: the world's the same, and never the same river twice.” A poem for the new year.

A story of the magic of co-creation in New York on a gorgeous sunny day. With a little inspiration to create your own magic any day perhaps.