Breaking the Rules

I stepped out of the grocery store and watched a sporty black car zip down the parking aisle the wrong way. I could feel my neck tense in anger and irritation. The nerve of that car. What is wrong with the driver?Then the black car stopped, paused, and backed into the parking space. My irritation rose.I continued to my car, stashed my groceries, and headed home, all the while thinking about the situation. Why was I so angry?The answer that popped into my head: The driver broke the rules....more

Remind me again, where is your voice?

It's in there, somewhere, amid A dozen drafts Status updates written, then deleted Tweets left unsent It's in there, somewhere, amid Reluctance to be judged Unwillingness to disappoint Yearning to be liked It's in there, somewhere, amid Crippling perfectionism Misplaced inadequacy Rampant inertia ...more

Remember to Hit Publish Today

Where is your voice? Is it missing from the blogosphere? Are you having trouble accessing it? Are all your thoughts feeling dull and grey like cement, unable to flow anymore? Alphabet Salad asks this vital question that every writer should ask herself in a brief poem, imploring us to stop leaving drafts unpublished. ...more
Hitting "publish" is such a relief! It's been a rough year and I wrote about life, death, and a ...more

Where is your voice?

It's in there, somewhere, amid A dozen drafts Status updates written, then deleted Tweets left unsent It's in there, somewhere, amid Reluctance to be judged Unwillingness to disappoint Yearning to be liked It's in there, somewhere, amid Crippling perfectionism Misplaced inadequacy Rampant inertia It's in there, somewhere. So clear out the clutter Face the fear And speak. ...more
@kcourt40 Thank you so much! :)more

(Un)taming the wild woman within...

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Finding My Voice

When I was a little girl, I was terribly shy. Talking to most people was a physical impossibility for me - I'd rather hide behind a tree than have to speak to my friend's parents as they opened their door. I was perfectly content burying myself in library books, finding great adventures through someone else's life stories....more

Finding My Voice

One of the most traumatic experiences one can have as an artist is to wake up one day and realize you no longer have the desire to express yourself in the manner to which you’ve become accustomed.  Whether you’re a painter, or musician, or dancer; losing your mode of self-expression can be devastating.  It was almost two years to the day that I lost my artistic sensibility, my voice.  And I mean that in the most allegory sense....more

Women, art, voices, ownership

This is from my blog Somewhere in Transition at http://julialeebarclay.blogspot.com...more

My Blogging Journey: Getting Lost To Be Found

Many moons ago—when my baby was not a 3-year-old pre-school attendee who has successfully stopped saying "fuck" & now says "fudge"—but a tiny 5-month-old, I decided I should start a blog. I remembered one day while sitting on my sinking couch that I once had a blog that I enjoyed writing on. And so I decided I should be a mommy blogger....more
@oxuazfreva Ada yang bisa bantu saya follow di blog saya, http://t.co/83gtvANt Terimakasih ...more

Invisible Women: Where Is Half The World's Population?

“I hadn't thought about it,” said award-winning science writer Jessa Gamble....more