My breathing quickens, so I take practiced yoga breaths to slow it. If I swallow wrong, I might drown. It can happen with a drop of water, I’ve always heard. What if I asphyxiate from what’s in my nose. Is that the right word? Never mind it doesn’t matter if I get the word right. I’m home alone and no one will know that I’m gone for a couple of hours.

St. Ignatius home town with Rocky Mountains and Catholic Church “Who are you writing to?” Joe Bunting, founder of The Write Practice, asks, “Have someone in mind when you’re writing your novel.  Write to that person.”  And I wondered, who should I write this to?   Rubbing my temples in contemplation, I envisioned my daughter as I typed about my sister, Nancy, and me climbing our favorite Ponderosa pine.  My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I used an image of 5-year-old St

One of the best things about writing my memoir called The Moon Loves Me, Breaking the silence was sharing about three important men in my youth and discovering that they were just as much mother figures as they were mentors.   One of the worst things about writing this memoir was having to cut that chapter from the pages of the manuscript.   But then again, one of the best things about creating a blog is that I get to share that chapter with the world anyway:   As soon as I s