And so the old year died... There are certainly man year-end posts after Christmas in late December but I feel they aren't as frequent in the first week of January. I prefer to make my hopes and dreams for the new year known in the new year, it feels more possible once you have the…
Continue reading ➞ Bidding the Old Goodbye and Crafting Goals for the Future
A few years ago I was in therapy for anxiety, and I'm in therapy again, and an area we worked on was getting myself to take into full consideration the present. To be more mindful in my day-to-day activities so that I would not be as crippled with anxiety over possibilities in the future. It…
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
Please Note: An edited version of this piece will be featured in the Autumn issue of Bella Grace magazine. More details to follow. In my childhood, autumn was sweaters and boots and jeans. Sometimes, autumn was winter jackets a puffing our breath into the air to pretend we were dragons. But always, it began at…
The holiday blends in my mind to unmentionable days that were never important enough to hold my attention. They were a day off from school, the first break into the new year, and that first moment to realize Halloween was near. I know when I was particularly young, we learned about Christopher Columbus along with…
It is the start of October, the start of three straight months that have been my perpetual favorites for most of my life. As a child, October and December were solid favorites for me while November was a holding pattern as my young, magic-filled heart waited for the spirit of Christmas to arrive. When in…
We joke when hoisting our cat into our eager arms that she's gone to her happy place as she stares off, looking at a location we cannot see, and waits patiently to be set free to meander the floor until she returns to demand pets and attention. She's at her happy place, we say when…
This time of year brings forth a lot of introspective writing from people, including myself. That or it's end of year nostalgia or plans for the new year and self-improvements. I'm no different, not really, because I feel this time of year forces this kind of thinking within our society. It's expected and flashed in…
"It's like..." I began to say, my eyes trailing over the outline of the closed door, my hands raised as if they would aid me in explaining what couldn't quite be explained. I paused, considering my words and how hard it was to say how I felt. Finally, I tried, I was a writer, wasn't…
It's easy to be pulled away by life. The long list of tasks, the never-ending chores; they are more powerful than they seem and can easily whisk you away from more pleasurable things. You're trucking along, focusing on the changing of seasons, but then you're suddenly thrown into a whirlwind of unplanned activity and calendar…
The alarm was set for 6:45. The previous day had been complete with freezing temperatures, too much wind, traveling by car, looking for bears, hiking and shivering, and being up for far too long; so the idea of getting up at 6:45 was met with general distaste. Neither of us believed we would be able…
A number of years ago I began to crochet a blanket. This was a tedious, extended task that lasted for years and was all due to the fact that I was desiring a fall-colored blanket that was large, thick, and comfortable. In my mind, I pictured this blanket being essential on chilly autumn mornings when…
Erica Rose Eberhart 