“How we spend our days is, of course, how we our lives.”

It’s just past 6 o’clock in the evening. I’m having what I call my “happy hour coffee.” Today, the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, we finally got a full day of sun in San Diego and my coffee is iced.

I’m still wearing my yoga clothes from my morning yoga practice which happened somewhere around 9 am. The only time I’ve gone out of the house today was when Rocky, my neighbors’/landlords’ dog, came up for his morning treat. We have to go outside on the porch for our morning ritual now because I’m kitty-sitting my sister’s two cats and I’m not sure what all three critters might think of each other, so I’m taking no chances.

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“Wear books like hats upon your crazy heads”

I recently returned from a weekend intensive workshop in Sunriver, OR, as part of the Southern California Writers’ Conference’s Sunriver Summit. I led one of three separate tracks—mine was “Into the Deep: Mining Substance and Shaping Narrative.” A solid two days about the craft of writing.

It’s my general practice, at the end of any workshop I lead, to leave participants with a final poem or blessing or some inspiring thoughts penned by another writer. But in the flurry of getting all my notes together, packing myself up, and getting myself on a too-early flight—San Diego to Oregon, I forgot to include this detail.

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Today’s Biggest Challenge

This poster by Courtney E. Martin and Wendy Macnaughton hangs in my bathroom. I work at home so you can imagine how many times a day I see this message. It’s a powerful message, an important message, and what I want to do. And what I’m having the biggest challenge doing.

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