Let me tell you a story. Several years ago when my husband and our family moved into our first newly built home, we decided to plant several perennials around the house. Perennial plants return year after year and are low maintenance. I found them rather endearing since Alaskan winters are the most brutal, and yet … Continue reading Anattā Anātmam
Lately, I have been everywhere and nowhere. This is to say that those of us wanna-be writers often finds themselves stifling the writing with things that don’t require a lot of thinking, or emotional investment. If you’re an avid reader, and an enthusiastic fan of authors--you may have read how many of them succumb to … Continue reading Everywhere All At Once.
There's a part of me who does not want to bid farewell to this person. She was the person who had a wall calendar that included dates and times of soccer and football practices (because at one point, she had to be both a soccer and football mom--not to mention soccer sister to her brother). … Continue reading So Long and Farewell To A Chapter.
Here's an undeniable truth: I launched the Echo Muse because I wanted to continue writing long after all the research and creative writing papers for the degrees were done. When reflecting back, I realized that even as a child, I was also writing. And, as I went on my academic journey--I felt a bit … Continue reading Gratitude at 120.
I am convinced that in one of my past lives, I must have met Rumi. How else can I explain the magnitude of love that I feel whenever I read his poetry. What other reasons can I find to express the sadness that resonates between the endless lines of beauty that are Rumi's poems? … Continue reading Rumi.
As a writer, I always find a theme in everything--this notion of an underlying similarity shaped by so many unexplained elements. This week, I realized that I've spent a great deal of time with dear friends. Saturday night was dinner with a set of close friends. Sunday was brunch with my co-worker/friend. Tuesday night … Continue reading The Work Of You Now.
Chasing Cars. We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I see you every now and then. When I close my eyes, and silence surrounds the empty shell that a … Continue reading Chasing Cars.
Let me be clear Deb Horner is who I think of whenever someone talks about how they transplanted themselves in the state of Alaska. There are many of us who moved up to Alaska and made our homestead here. It doesn't define who we are--rather who we evolved into. I met Deb years ago when … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: The Art of Deb Horner
A message from the First Born on Mother's Day: "Your children sucks, but you're a good Mom. Love, Your Children.... or don't love them. I wouldn't. *One of them burned my pans." His girlfriend's message, on the other hand: "Happy Mother's Day! See you in June!" *Note: his brother (the middle child) burned … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: A message from the First Born.
Truth: I am writing this essay completely stripped of the full mask of make-up I wear each day. My hair uncombed is gathered up in a messy bun and expressing what adventures I may have stirred in my sleep. An impressive expression of hot messery. Also true, I am wearing under eye patches made … Continue reading Phenomenally.