ROXIE REWINDS ✨Because some stories are just too good not to tell again. Originally published: September 2012Then vs. now: Yes, I've always been like this. I’m going to try something new here. And by new, I mean bring back something old. I’ve mentioned before that this isn’t my first rodeo—I used to have a blog… Continue reading The Trail of Fear
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The Day I Signed my Life Back
Thirteen years ago, I signed a lease on a small apartment. My daughter sat beside me. I finished signing, laid down the pen, and put my forehead on the desk. And then I cried. I felt a hand on my back. My sweet 18-year-old baby grownup, Trixie, leaned over and asked softly, "Mom? Are you… Continue reading The Day I Signed my Life Back
Sleeping Bags and Summer Nights: Cousin Sleepover Memories
Ten of us slept on the porch that summer. There were 12 of us all together, though. We were a tight-knit group of cousins who saw each other as a group only once a year, but we knew each other better than the friends we surrounded ourselves with when we were apart. Family does that… Continue reading Sleeping Bags and Summer Nights: Cousin Sleepover Memories
Working on working on it.
Daily writing promptWhat have you been working on?View all responses Trying not to feel like an imposter is hard. I've been trying to revive my zest for writing and sharing my stories, but when I stop and think about it, I worry that nobody probably cares what I have to say. Someone has probably already… Continue reading Working on working on it.
Live to write. Write to live.
I started writing a blog for a few reasons. 1) I love to type. 2) I love words. 3) I love telling stories. I love reading and writing in general. I think I was the only person in my 7th grade English class who loved diagramming sentences. I remember the excitement I felt walking into… Continue reading Live to write. Write to live.
Unafraid
All my life I've been afraid. You wouldn't know it because I cover up my fears with humor and what I hope is grace. Or maybe I don't cover it up that well and people have always seen right through me. I've spent my life being afraid that I'm too loud, too obnoxious, too messy.… Continue reading Unafraid
