The mystery of writing and resistance
“So, how’s the writing going?” my friend asked over lunch.
“I’m working on my novel,” I sighed. “More like getting back to it, I guess. I’m about 2/3rds there. I hit a rough patch but just need to get back to it.”
My voice lacked the enthusiasm you might expect from someone whose work, as my husband describes it, is to “make stuff up.” My tone and mood shifted from happy to heavy, my work-in-progress weighing on my mind and mood.
“Why do you writers do this to yourselves?” he observed. “All my writer…
We have wonderful neighbors next door. They are a young couple with darling children. We visit off and on when we are all outside. It’s not what I’d call friendship, but we certainly enjoy each other. My dilemma is that I am very neat and they are not! I try to overlook the condition of the outside of their home, but it is what we see when we sit out on our patio.
I have been somewhat able to let go since I really have no control over any of it. I don’t want to bring the issue…
When we’re not preoccupied with bad news, we’re more inclined to spot the good news. It might be a flower you find on the side of the road, or the favorite song that comes on the radio, or a kind word from the man at the bank. These all may seem like nothing compared to the magnitude of events, but they are something: a bit of grace to sustain us. Let’s attend to these things, and try not to let fear, anger, or sorrow dominate our thoughts.
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I live in a pet-friendly apartment complex and I always clean up my dog’s waste. Several of my neighbors do not, even though there are signs posted throughout the complex reminding people to pick up after their dogs. I don’t want to alienate my neighbors by pointing out when they don’t “use a bag”, but I also don’t want to have to tip-toe through the grass to avoid their dog’s poop. What’s the best way to handle this situation?
It’s a Poopy Problem
Dear Poopy Problem,
This question has plagued humanity for at least 15,000 years since…
My mother-in-law is the quintessential thorn in my side. She says awful things about people she doesn’t know, based on her naivety, judgmental heart, and sometimes based on her racist beliefs. It is beyond difficult to see her, to do anything with her, to listen to her hatefulness (which usually comes out as a passive aggressive and arrogant). At times I offer suggestions on trying new things, she always says no. She says she doesn’t like such and such. But she never tried whatever it is, I cannot understand how a person can blow off trying things, and…