Someone innocently asked me the other day, What are you most thankful for ? Simple question. Simple enough. Simple? Not simple at all. I have to say, I have been mulling and swirling that question over and around in my head; back and forth and upside down for days now. I remember my mother would make us go around the Thanksgiving table announcing this. I remember looking at the faces. Some all squished up; squished up with confusion and embarrassment. Then there were those who straightened up and readied for the challenge. Then it was almost my turn. As the voices trailed around the table. My turn to say. To declare. I remember not being able to find the words to articulate; to articulate and summarize just what I was MOST thankful for. It was humiliating. I mean, who couldn't answer that? I was a semi-intelligent person for most of my life. Yet, answering a simple question like this had me tongue-tied; paralyzed. Of course since then, that question has pretty much haunted me; w...
So, if you write, you know inspiration comes and goes; it ebbs and flows. It runs up and jumps on the bottom of your bed like a little kid, screaming, "I have an idea, I have an idea!" It tap, tap, taps you on the shoulder, incessantly until you turn. Stop. Listen. See, inspiration can be the baby who looked across at you and smiled in the restaurant last weekend. It can be the movie you saw last night that chilled you to the bone. It can be the smell that evoked a brief childhood memory. However, when inspiration strikes, writers pounce! So, I have a new job. In fact, when I went to write today, I realized that my old blog Teacher Tales, was no longer applicable since I'm no longer teaching. I mean, I've still got tons of tales. Those stories are always in my back pockets ready to be plucked out. Those stories warm my heart on a cold day and fill my eyes with slow tears when I think of my cutie pies. But, Teacher Tales was a thing of the past. I'm in sales now...