“Fear of rejection is so deep that many times we just don’t try.” That’s what my husband said to me after I told him about yet another rejection. At least I put myself out there. It’s something. It’s a start. The same day I jotted the Quick Note on Rejection, I received an email thatContinue reading “What Follows Rejection”
What I am doing here is writing myself out of despair. Or attempting to anyhow. My book I am trying to publish has been rejected for the third time in two weeks. I’m disappointed. I’m disheartened. I’m disappointed. And questioning my value as a writer. Am I good enough? Am I worthy? Of course theContinue reading “A Quick Note on Rejection”
conversations I lost, all of the goodbyes and hellos, the cookouts and dinner celebrations, all of the two-meat Sundays.
My pandemic baby is about to be a one-year-old. This is my motherhood journey.
I’ve only recently been able to keep a house plant alive. The legacy of the green thumb had skipped me. Or so I thought.