Hello!
It’s a beautiful Mother’s Day filled with cards, flowers, well wishes and memories. Quite the Hallmark occasion.
In the middle of all the talk this Mother’s Day, though, if you stop for a moment you will hear the mothers’ whispers. These aren’t the giant moments, not the monumental landmarks or the potent stamps of motherly advice that carry us through the rest of the year. Continue reading Mother’s Whispers
As you know from the book, in my story I see the twinkle lights when I can’t figure things out. And they point the way.
When Natalie couldn’t see her way, she took her life. This nightmare, however, sent a different kind of inspiration to her mother. The result is this beautiful woman’s path to shed light where other teenagers may see none.
Many thanks to the Augusta Soul City Sirens roller derby club for making Natalie’s Light their charity.
Please visit her website.
Enough said.
SKATE ON, NINA
Darla
(A bench in Big Bend National Park, TX and a light from above was a perfect spot for this blog piece.)
So you reckon you know something about derby? We caught up with the Night Witch, April, the bench coach for the Sirens at the Augusta regional Low Down Thrown Down. I asked her when she started to derby…..
Enjoy her story and watch for this sport to go mainline.
SKATE ON, Night Witch!
Darla
So, you think bench talk is all chatter about this and that?
Consider this more grave topic. Benches in the cemeteries.
Oh, I see you are a little uncomfortable with this, perhaps? Is it because you don’t sit on benches in cemeteries?
Or maybe you don’t talk to other people there. Continue reading A Bench with Grave Implications
“So, Darla,” my dear readers ask, “I do listen to other people. Why don’t people listen to me?”
Oh, I see you’ve noticed. That’s the first step, of course. Being able to see the eyes glazing over, the yawn behind the hand, the fidgeting…you might be surprised at how many people actually don’t notice that they are boring their conversation companion to tears.
So how to get your companion to listen to you?
Talk in colors.
You may have heard that artists are told to tell a story with their painting. So you need to paint a story with your words.
Let’s say, instead of “I went for a walk today and there were flowers…”, try “You should have seen all the shades of purple on Broadway today.”
Or, ” I am so exhausted, I just want to go take a nap…”, try, “I can just imagine what it would be like to bundle up in that red afghan my mother knitted for me and take a nap.”
Enticing, yes? And bound to elicit a colorful response.
Try it, and see if your bench companion isn’t hanging on your every yellow.
Until next time, then, you with the golden gift of gab.
SKATE ON!
Darla
(Surely you recognize this bench in Guell Park near Barcelona, Spain, designed by the master of color himself, Antoni Gaudi!)
