Crazy & Free

My pride is hurt, i’m CRAZY blue

But it’s no longer about you

You loved me and you left me too

Enjoy yourself with someone new

Now go along your merry way

You’re in my past where I can’t stay

And if you think you’ve stepped on me

Well, rest assured, I’m finally


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Will they change?

My granny always said leopards don’t change their spots. Is that true? What do you think? I think Kayt is right on time with her article (below). Keep on writing!


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Kayt Molina

Writer, mother, and big fan of bread. — Miami, FL

Apr 11

Stop Waiting for People to Change

“One day they’ll let me in… One day they’ll change…One day things will be different…” until they’re not.

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The room remained quiet, while we both stared at the ceiling in complete silence. My thoughts continued to plague me as the silence stretched onward. “How had thing gotten this bad? How can I fix this?” While I’d been together with my boyfriend for a year, I was realizing our relationship was tanking quickly. The chasm that had grown between us was like trying to jump from one side of the grand canyon to the other. It didn’t matter that I reached out to reassure him with a gentle touch, he turned his back. So my thoughts continued to torture me, looking for a way to repair our relationship. Determined to persevere I told myself, “Just wait a little bit longer… things will get better. Something has to change.”

Silence was the new normal, however. Conversations were bland, and he responded with one word answers. I could ask about work, life, or his day-to-day activities and he’d shrug and zone out with a beer on the couch. I even tried to be proactive and learn his coworkers names as well as the latest happenings at work.

“Whatever happened to that situation with your manager?”

“Nothing..” he would reply with genuine disinterest.

Everything within me begged to connect. But I was Mercury trying to talk to Pluto. The cold planet he remained on couldn’t find warmth because the distance between us was so great.

I expressed my feelings and concerns to him many times but we always wound up in the same pattern. Could I continue this relationship? I was the one waiting on something — anything — to change. I wanted things to get better. To be honest, I kind of wanted one of us to muster the courage to just end this dance. But I was the person holding onto the inane idea of “one day.”

One day he’ll wake up and discover I love him.

One day he’ll let me in.

One day I’ll break through his walls.

One day he’ll… change.

But that never happened.

We Drag Our Dead On Leashes

I was determined to “make this relationship work” at all costs. Yet, as the days, weeks, and months dragged on, I could feel my energy wean. The silence game became torture, but I couldn’t pry myself away from this toxic relationship. No matter if I cooked him dinner, dressed up, or planned events, our relationship was the equivalent of dragging a zombie on a leash who responded with little effort towards creating a thriving relationship.

Bitterness brewed inside of me, and I grew resentful. Maybe he wasn’t into the “Susie Homemaker” girlfriend type, so I went out with my friends more. I ignored him like a footnote in my life story, but he remained unfazed. With every relationship there are faults on both sides — and I certainly had my own — but without communication, connection, and vulnerability our relationship was doomed no matter what I did.

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But that’s also the problem with many of our relationships these days. We don’t see the red flags until they’re wrapped around our head and we’re suffocating.

From the moment we first met, all the flags popped like fireworks. I paid for every movie, dinner, and date night because he didn’t want to work. It’s all right, he’ll change. He leaned toward the quiet side — perhaps a little boring even — but maybe this mask hid his rich inner life? It’s all right, he’ll change. Given enough time, he’d open up and the walls would come down. He’ll change.

It would take a near fatal car crash to jolt me from this fantasy.

Surely after almost losing me he would realize how precious life is and how lucky we are to have one another? Yet, the car accident changed nothing for him.

But it did fundamentally change me.

I realized I was the only one who could take control of my happiness and future relationships. I stopped waiting, hoping, longing, and praying. Sometimes we can believe God cruel when we don’t get our prayers answered. We think he’s ignoring us. But often when we think a prayer is left unanswered, it’s really the answer we don’t want to hear. Please, God, let this relationship work. Thankfully, his response was “No,” even if I didn’t want to hear it.

None of us enjoy hearing the word “no” to sincere requests. For me, I want to know why.

You aren’t hiring me? Why not?

You don’t like me? There must be something I can do to change that.

Sometimes “no” is final — and that’s all there is to it. Did my boyfriend love me? No. Was he going to magically become ambitious, committed, and communicative? No. Once I recognized this and diverted my attention from our dying relationship, I focused on my needs again. I saw my own flaws. I had the startling revelation that my happiness depended on a relationship while I continued to lose my identity. I was his girlfriend, but I wasn’t me anymore. Our relationship brought out the worst in one another while mutual respect and compassion remained nonexistent. This wasn’t the life I wanted, the love I wanted, and I wasn’t the person I wanted to be. When that reality sunk I realized something.

I could actually change my situation.

Giving Up Doesn’t Mean You’re a Failure

The day I told my boyfriend I was breaking up with him happened like the other conversations I’d had with him. All he said was:


That was it. Just “okay.”

I, however, felt like a failure. I wasn’t enough for him to even fight for. I felt unworthy of love. But realizing breaking up and ending this toxic relationship would mold me into a stronger person, the “failure” became a victory.

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For many of our relationships, be they friends or romantic, we need to ask ourselves this question: If nothing changes, can I stay in this job/relationship/friendship? If the answer is “no” then you’re doing nothing more than waiting for a bad thing to become a good thing. Instead accept it for what it is and discover the strength within to change things.

I know those who’ve had controlling fathers or boyfriends would love to wake up and see them as a changed men, but we’re only deluding ourselves. He is who is today. And sometimes that’s the same man as yesterday. I know some of us dream about our boss having a spiritual awakening in which he comes into work, tells you how awesome you are, and gives you a big, fat raise. But in the real world, he still doesn’t appreciate you. You’re probably suffering in an unhappy job, pouring out hours of your life you’ll never get back. Accept that some situations might not change. Some people will never change.

When you waste your energy on people and situations you think you can change, often it’s one sided and you’re left doing all the work. Instead, spend your love and energy somewhere else where it’s reciprocated. While that may sound harsh at first, when you love people for who they are — flaws and all — you free yourself from your desire to change them. You’ll stop trying to fix them, and you won’t put up with unhealthy habits.

And when you’re not too busy trying and hoping that things will change, you’ll love messy people even better.

How to be a racial justice ally

Many people want to help in the ongoing struggle for equality and equity, but they don’t know what to do. Activist DeRay Mckesson explains how we can all show up and stand up.

1. Own your privilege.
“Acknowledge that there is a privilege you have [if you’re white], and use the privilege to disrupt that privilege itself. I’ve had people say to me, ‘Well, I didn’t benefit from white privilege.’ [You need to realize] every Band-Aid in this country looks like your skin and not mine, baby dolls look like you, and the color ‘nude’ is your skin color. That’s what the privilege of whiteness looks like — it’s not about what you’ve done; it’s about what society does when it treats white as normal. It’s about you saying, ‘I have privilege, I have power, and I will seek out how I can use that privilege and those resources. I’ll ask marginalized people, ‘What is the help you need?’, as opposed to just saying, ’I think this is what you should do’.”

2. Talk about what’s uncomfortable and what’s important.
“There’s no winning in silence. If we allow white supremacist ideology to spread without being challenged, people continue to replicate it. And the question is: what do you do? You need to talk about it — you can’t change what you don’t talk about. And while we’ve had a great conversation [in the last year] about the symbols and about Confederate monuments, there is still so much work to be done that we actually don’t talk about — like what to do about police violence, or bail, or rehabilitation for people who are coming out of prison, or the opioid crisis. You don’t always see the trauma — it doesn’t show up in the same way as a man running a car through a crowd of people — but the impact on people’s lives is as disastrous as anything else.”

3. Be strategic in what you say and how you say it.
“People don’t respond well to being shouted down at the dining room table. If your goal is to change somebody’s mind, that isn’t the most effective strategy; if your goal is to make a point, then that isn’t an effective strategy. Try to show people what you mean, as opposed to just saying, ‘I’m right.’ It’s a long-game solution. Rarely do people come out of one conversation and say, ‘You know, my whole worldview has changed.’ It’s about setting a foundation, so that people over time can change. This isn’t everybody’s work — some people are much better at having conversations than other people.”

4. Activism isn’t just about protests and marches — it means voting, too.
“Many of the things that will change people’s lives are structural, so it’s about voting where you are and pushing for or against legislation in your city and town. Use your institutional power to change structures and systems. Who shows up to the hearings about police violence? Who is working on welfare reform? Who is working on bail reform? Are you willing to come out for three weeks of hearings, sit, and say, ‘This is an issue that is important to me, too’? Even when it may not be convenient? That’s what it means to show up.”

5. Figure out where and how you can do the most good.
“I think there’s a role for everybody. The things I care about might not be the things you care about, and vice versa, which doesn’t mean they aren’t all important. For some people, their space is being on Twitter and on Facebook and pushing out messages. There are some people who are better in the street than I am, and some people who need to skip the street because they can just go to the governor’s mansion. If the governor is your friend and you can talk to him in his dining room, do that. We don’t all need to play the same role. The cacophony of all of us doing work together will actually lead to systemic change.”

6. Start where you are.
“Harriet Tubman knew that something could be done. She started where she was and started small, and it turned into the Underground Railroad. It can often start with you and another person, or you and two people, having a conversation about what the world can be and here are the steps you can take. You need to take concrete steps — small ones, like steps on a ladder — to get to systemic change. Ask people what they need, stand in concert with those who’ve been doing the work longer than you, listen, ask more questions than talk. Those are all the hallmarks of the people I’ve seen who are the most effective.”

7. Ask yourself: what do I want the future to look like?
“When we think about resistance, we focus almost exclusively on the absence of oppression. We think: How do we end mass incarceration? How do we stop the disparities with regard to police killings? How do we stop police killings altogether? But when we tear down these repressive, oppressive systems and structures, something has to replace them, something that’s better. For example, we know there will always be rules, there will always be people who break the rules, and there will always need to be consequences. Do the people who enforce those consequences have to be the police? No. Does that enforcement have to mean prison? Absolutely not. We need to spend more time now talking about potential solutions. How do we help people imagine a conception of safety that doesn’t center on the police? How do we help them imagine a world where every adult can read? How do you help people dream in a big way that will actually change lives? It’s hard because we haven’t lived in that world before. But it doesn’t mean that world’s not possible.”

8. Feel the fear — and act anyway.
“Martin Luther King said, ‘The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.’ It bends, because people bend it. There are so many people who understand the power they have. They’re standing up across the country when the odds look like they’re against them, and they’ve learned to make sure fear doesn’t overpower everything else even if fear is still present. There are just so many incredible people who are willing to put something on the line to make the world a different place. That gives me hope.”

These remarks were taken from a Facebook Live conversation conducted with DeRay Mckesson at TED headquarters in New York City. To learn more, watch the video.

via How you can be an ally in the fight for racial justice —

The Year of the Writer

I’m loving this article from Brevity. Goal setting for the New Year is so important. Check it out!

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Vintage sepia photo of young girl with dark curly hair sitting at desk holding a paper and looking thoughtfulNext year definitely the Booker longlist

How was 2017?

OK, a dumpster fire, yes, but how was your writing in 2017? Because now is a great time to consider what you got done. Not scold yourself for what you meant to do and didn’t, but genuinely take a moment and sit with your accomplishments.

Did you write an essay or a paragraph or a sentence you’re really proud of?

Get a piece accepted? Submitted to places you want to be accepted?

Help another writer with insight or feedback or supportive critique?

Make it to a workshop or a class or a conference or a coffee date with another writer?

Read a book you really loved that showed you something about writing? Read a craft book and tried some exercises? Researched something new?

They all count. So bask in the feeling of accomplishment. Make some notes about what felt great to…

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Thanks Shiva. Good stuff! Reblogged!



ADJUST not, nor

ACCEPT, but 


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ADJUST                 ACCEPT                 ADOPT

                                                           GOOD                                            BETTER                                          BEST

We normally find ourselves under situations where there is a change, which demands an attitude from us. So, under such circumstances what stand do we take is so very important. There are always options left as to what further actions we are to take.

A very thin line exists between these words though they sound rather the same but they are…

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Why do Writers Write in Coffee Shops?

Thanks to Robin Storey for this article, musing about the writer’s life. Enjoy!



Since becoming a full-time writer I’ve become a cliché – I love writing in coffee shops. I’ve written in a previous postabout my local library being my favourite office away from home, but coffee shops come in as equal favourite.


In my defence, I’m continuing to uphold a fine and noble tradition of writers working in coffee shops and cafes, from TS Elliott, Franz Kafka, Gertrude Stein and F Scott Fitzgerald to many modern writers. The most famous is J.K. Rowling, who wrote much of her early Harry Potter novels in the Elephant House in Edinburgh.

An urban myth grew up that she wrote there because she couldn’t afford heating in her flat. But she disputed this in a radio interview, saying that walking her baby in her pram to the coffee shop put her to sleep (the baby, not J.K.), which gave her free time to write.

The Elephant House must have a great creative vibe, as Inspector Rebus creator Ian Rankin and The No 1 Ladies Detective Agency author Alexander McCall Smith have also slaved away there. When I was in Edinburgh a few years ago I visited the Elephant House and had a coffee there. I sat in the back room where JK Rowling had sat overlooking Edinburgh Castle and imagined myself in her shoes, scribbling away madly to get as much done before the baby woke up, wrestling the demons in her mind that told her it was crap and no-one would ever publish it. (I am taking a bit of literary licence here, as I have never heard her admit to the demons, but as most writers experience them, especially with their first novels, I think I’m safe in this assumption). May Lord Voldemort cast a curse on me and torture me with snakes if I’m wrong.


Theories abound as to why writers are attracted to coffee shops. One of the main reasons may be visibility. Psychologists say that for a role to be internalized, it has to be observed in public. As writing is a solitary occupation, maybe we writers feel the need to be acknowledged, that we think we’re not real writers unless people see us writing. Or it could just be pure pretension.

The problem with that observation is that it’s so commonplace these days for all types of business people to sit in coffee shops tapping away on their laptops or tablets that unless you have a sign beside you saying ‘Writer at Work,’ no-one else has a clue what you’re writing.

TIP: Try looking up from your work occasionally, staring pensively into the distance as if invoking the Muse, then resume writing furiously as inspiration has suddenly struck you. This, combined with the occasional sigh or creased brow, will signal to other patrons that you’re not just writing an email to Mum or the annual shareholders’ report, but are engaged in an Important Creative Process.

I don’t have a favourite coffee shop – part of the fun is going to a different one each time. The surrounding buzz and chatter provides just the right amount of background noise for me to be able to focus on my work. The big plus is that there are no distractions, (apart from eavesdropping and people watching, but they are part of a writer’s job description) so I can’t put off my writing by doing the washing or taking a nap on the couch.


For those who still want that same vibe without leaving home, there’s an app called Coffitivity, that provides background coffee shop noise. But not, of course, the ambience – to a coffee shop purist, it’s like serving them instant coffee and trying to convince them it’s the real thing. Unless the app comes with the aroma of fresh coffee beans (high on my list of favourite things) and a barista who makes a full-bodied heart-starter of a cappuccino, I’m not interested.


There’s also an element of fun in writing in coffee shops – it doesn’t feel like work. Non-fiction author Malcolm Gladwell of The Tipping Point and Blink Fame, long ago eschewed his office in favour of cafes and restaurants. He’s quoted as saying, ‘Writing seems like a fun activity now… it’s more seamlessly integrated into my life and that’s made it much more pleasurable.’

Many writers, myself included, find our productivity is highest when writing in coffee shops, especially when we’re in creative, first draft mode. Psychologists say that when we’re alone in a public space we have a fear of being seen to have no purpose. So we think it’s not acceptable to sit in a coffee shop alone if we’re not doing something – which explains why non-writers who frequent restaurants and cafes alone usually engage in some activity to look busy – check their phones, read a book or magazine etc. If we’re seen to be doing something purposeful, we can’t be accused of loitering and management are less likely to throw us out – even if we’ve been there for two hours and only had one coffee.


And that brings me to the main disadvantage of writing in coffee shops – limited time. Just how long is it acceptable to sit in a coffee shop on the strength of one coffee? It’s not that I’m mean – I’m not able to drink more than one cup of coffee in the space of a few hours. I make it last as long as I can, but one hour is usually my limit. After that, I feel as if I’m overextending my welcome. It does mean that I get a lot of writing done in that hour, but then I have to get up and go elsewhere – usually the library.

I’ve heard of writers spending all day writing in the one coffee shop. I can only assume they eat their lunch there and drink copious amounts of coffee during the day to keep the management on side. One writer I know of turns up to his favourite coffee shop each morning at 7am when they open and is there until 6pm. That’s true dedication for you. Or caffeine addiction.


At the very least, he’d have to offer the proprietor a free, signed copy of his book upon publication. Unless, of course, the coffee shop was sponsoring his novel. Which, come to think of it, is not a bad idea. In return for the privilege of ensconcing myself all day in my local coffee shop with a constant supply of coffee, delicacies and neck rubs, I’d be more than happy to have inscribed on the cover of my next novel ‘Sponsored by The Raw Bean Cafe’ and even the odd ad inside.

The possibilities are endless.


Do you think writers in coffee shops should have an arrow pointing at them that says, ‘Pretentious Arty Type?’ Should they be entitled to free coffee in exchange for a certain number of words (eg every 1000 words = one large latte with an extra shot), or failing that, tea and sympathy?

Chime in, writers and non-writers alike.


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The Good Thing Harvey Washed Away

Beautifully stated re Hurricane Harvey here in Houston. Thank you to the lovely author, Angelia.

My Best Laid Plans

There’s not much in the world I can truly say I hate. But I hateHarvey.

We have been sitting here for more hours than I can begin to count being brutally lashed by his seemingly never ending fury. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t scary…terrifying…at times, but we are among the lucky ones. We are safe and dry.

Harvey has taken so much from so many. Homes, lives, hopes, jobs–all washed into the Gulf of Mexico by his relentless anger. As the horrifying images and desperate needs flash across my screen in endless and quick succession, I sit here with tears in my eyes. Where do you begin? I have never felt so helpless. My neighbors are in dire straits and I can’t do anything but pray. It’s a terrible feeling.

Pregnant women and their toddlers stuck on roofs waiting hours upon hours for…

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