Reconnection are meditations to help you through this time.
Reconnection part 3, Patience
Reconnection part 2, Rooted
Reconnection is a meditation, based on my experiences, to help you find connection.
Reconnection Part 1, Wander
Reconnection is a meditation, based on my experiences, to help find you find connection.
Wayback Machine – Oprah Prize
Screen grab of page in the Wayback machine. My first publication is on a now defunct page on the Worldwide Web, seattlewritergrrls.org. The date sometime in 2004. The title: The Oprah Prize. You can read it by following this link. It isn't good writing, but it is writing nonetheless. And published writing at that. I... Continue Reading →
Day 27 – Care Package!!!
This week began with my hand banged up and my finger throbbing from having a splinter. Not the greatest start of a week. I haven't blogged because there are days I just don't have the time nor the story. Today was going to be another storyless day. I spent 11 hours in downtown Honolulu in... Continue Reading →
Pause, Regroup, Go
The pause happened before my 45th birthday last year. Thoughts started badgering me: What am I doing with my life? Is this where I want to be? What have I accomplished? Is this all there is for me? I'm almost dead! My older friends laughed and called me "youngster" and "silly." But I know this... Continue Reading →
What era are you in?
Have you ever thought about what era your life is in or was in? I was asked to consider this in a memoir writing class I am taking this quarter. The instructor promised this would lead us to a story or two even... There was one caveat, the era had to be linked with an... Continue Reading →
Finding Voice
My path to becoming a writer began on a mild Chicago winter day in January 1988. But I didn't know it. It was the day my uncle Danny died of AIDS related pneumonia.
Lost in Analogy…
Sitting on the bus in my decaffeinated and hungry state - bleary eyed, a mild headache, and a low grumble in my stomach – I tried to absorb the scenery. We rolled through a rural landscape of fields of grass bordered with wooden fencing and second growth forest, a jumble of tropical plants in slightly... Continue Reading →
Writing on the Santa Fe trail
Writing is hard. Riding a horse on a dusty trail for hundreds of miles, in oven hot temperatures, with dust devils threatening you, as they did on the Santa Fe trail almost two hundred years ago, is hard too. Writing story, whether it be about fictitious werewolves on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State or... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 