A Sunny Stage Set for Confidence!

 

Imagine telling your motivational Life Coach friend you were shy in high school, until you tried out for the school musical, which happened to change your life. That’s exactly what transpired. Then, you explain to your friend, who is also an author, how the confidence you acquired from singing your heart out on stage inspired you to be bold in all your future endeavors. Every tough situation sort of whisked you back to that stage, reminding you of Shakespeare’s As You Like It:

As spoken by Jacques:

“All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.”

And that my friends, is how my tale ended up in Sunny Simon’s latest, phenomenal book titled:

Wisdom in Her Wake-Insights from Women Who Lead, Inspire and Uplift Others

It’s an honor to have my self-assurance-boosting message included among all this wonderful advice. This is an amazing collection of heartfelt situations, and defining moments that can help with physical, and spiritual health, by strengthening your life too! Get your copy today!

Illuminating Poetry!

I'm so excited to share with you a personal, memoir-style poem published in the Genesis issue of Luminaura Magazine. Many of you know about our move to the desert, and the blog I had for years called The Desert Rocks. The dry landscape inspired me every day, almost like a fountain erupting from parched ground in the middle of nowhere. Though a great place to write, I found family distancing themselves due to drought and immense heat. Maybe I should have been focusing  on family and friends, rather than writing. My get-togethers should have had more style, more panache, and memorable décor. The rock formations, the roadrunners, the cactus were gorgeous, but not everyone was excited about date palms, long freeway trips, and warm nights. 

My unapologetic behavior stemmed from the encouragement that those exact friends, and my dear family members, instilled in me. They had pushed me, motivated, even begged me to write, and yet, somehow, one by one they disappeared. I didn't notice any of this while feverishly finishing each novel, or perfecting a story. Finally, after moving back from the desert, I  noticed everyone was gone. The desert wasn't a place after all. The poem in Luminaura explains my regret.  

   

You can read my work here: https://luminauramag.com/vol1/poetry/eves-contrite-heart and read the rest of it here: https://luminauramag.com/