Last summer, I made the decision to disconnect. I logged off Facebook and Instagram for the summer and I did not check my email for ten long weeks. I read only the books I felt like reading and wrote only the things I felt like writing. The result was one of the happiest summers of my lifetime.

Published March 31, 2015. Today is the day that seemed so far away. Today is day 31 of the challenge, and I made it! I wrote some stories that were tough to write. I wrote some stories that made me laugh. Today is day 31 of the challenge, and I made it! I read some stories that made me cry. I depend on my pare.

The day has finally come for me to say Good-bye. I have knots in my stomach because I have mixed feelings about this challenge ending. I was challenged to write whatever I wanted and people were able to leave a comment if they liked or disliked my writing. I also had the opportunity to learn about other people and enjoy their writing. Different slices everyday inspired me to.

Get me outta here! Live, Love, Teach. Slices of life from my little corner of the world. It always manages to find me. Despite my very best efforts to keep it at bay. So I roll over to take a peek at him and bang! It manages to shine in right between the visor and the rearview mirror and pierce m.

Imagination is the highest form of research, Albert Einstein. There is a new beginning. Always planning for the future. Always looking back to what was. Papers, calendars, orders, books. Notes, reminders, dates. So hard to be present in the here and now. When the past and future keep knocking on my door.

Blogging my way through the year. How this month makes me better. this year I focus on the writer.

Finding peace in a busy life. As we were walking from the car to the park, in the rain, my darling daughter is bouncing and laughing. She is gushing about how great this is going to be, and how much fun she will have.

Save Draft, No Publish! Getting past the draft stage is rough. What did I write again,. Words are not flowing,. Distance between me and my words increases,.

Wisdom of a 12 year old.

For me it was an emotional journey that was not always published, but treasured all the same. Writing has helped me iron out some lingering wrinkles. Cheers to 31 days! Its been a slice! Asymp; 3 Comments. 8220;I wanted the snow to melt and for Spring to come. So I wrote a poem to express my feelings.