You can count me as a responder - if you look below to Ranjeet Tate's response and then my reply to him. He asked about men vs. women being narcissists. I replied - my mother and grandmother both were.
I wrote this several months ago, way last year (then ran into a writing wall before I published it). Even though now the Covid-19 vaccines are making their way through the United States (however slowly at this point), we will still need to follow these rules I set forth — ones I have to follow the rest of my life, with or without a deadly pandemic.
How do people who are transplant recipients have to live all the time? Simply put — very carefully. I am a liver transplant recipient, almost five years ago; that became my new job title…
And helps you build confidence in your unique voice.
In just 15-minute bursts, freewriting will get you to that important first draft. The basic necessity of writing something new.
But lots of us struggle through that first draft — hemming, writing, scratching out, blasting forth then rethinking, back to crossing out. And a first draft feels like the slowest part of the whole process. It doesn’t need to be, though. There are some simple rules you can follow to get that first task done in one or two 15-minute timed writing sessions.
What do I mean by “rules,” though? They’re…
You really can’t always get what you want. That’s my life’s theme song.
But you can get what you need. Not sure about that — no wait. I have gotten what I needed.
What I wanted first was something long-term with a man. But instead, I got Hawaii in all its tropical, green, and exotic beauty for a decade, and I got a degree in music there. I love music. I was always married first to music and my piano, since I first had memories.
Then I didn’t have that anymore either, not even a piano to touch first thing…
Just six months after a life-saving and revitalizing liver transplant in May 2016, I fell headfirst into a deep hole “experts” call depression. One afternoon in the middle of a nap, I was rocked awake with great, heaving sobs. And not a single apparent clue why.
I called a friend, desperate to understand. And stop crying, of course. She asked, “Are you having a panic attack?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had one before.”
“Do you have any marijuana or Xanax?
“No.” Note to self: Call doctor, make appointment, get answers and help.
I saw my doctor the same week…
How I returned to soaking beans overnight and living more fully
I haven’t had the energy to cook from scratch for years. Well, some things, yes — quick easy things like scrambled eggs.
But starting with dried beans, the overnight soak, cooking and seasoning them into little soft pillows of delight? Then making chili with the juicy beans? I fixed chili because it was tasty, cheap, and easy to fix, and a pot of it lasted for several meals. And those requirements had become more important than the quality of each ingredient.
It had been quite a while since I’d…
My little baby girl kitty, Violet, is gone. I took her to be euthanized on Wednesday, October 2nd. It will forever be the worst day of my life — and of course, hers. I’ve never grieved any other being as much as I am grieving her now. The only one who comes close is my father, my precious daddy. But he had cheated death so many times, had overcome so many obstacles in his life, that it wasn’t a terrible shock. But it was terrible.
Violet though was a teenager in human years. Yes, we all know that when we…
The first piece of writing advice I had was from a real, published author. We happened to be tutoring writing in a college writing center on an afternoon that was usually very slow. We had time to talk.
So I spilled a dream I had about writing a romance novel. I’d never written a bit of fiction, just lots of journaling and more like navel-gazing. But I’d read that the romance genre made the most amount of money for their authors. I wanted in on that.
He pondered, then asked me some questions. Like, have you ever read a romance…
Are you listening?
Recently the universe conspired to pull together a highly unlikely story for me. It was a drawn-out little tale that took place over a week. When the final piece fell into place, as it seemed bound to from the frustrating beginning, there was the final Aha moment.
I visited Cleveland recently for a specific purpose: For an annual checkup with the Liver Transplant Clinic at Cleveland Clinic. I consider Cleveland and its famous medical institution a magical place because this is where I received a brand new life. So I equate Cleveland with magic and pixie dust…
By Dana Bennett
I was reading Anne Lamott’s newest book, Almost Everything, when I read this in the chapter called “Inside Job”:
“There is almost nothing outside you that will help in any kind of lasting way, unless you are waiting for a donor organ.”
When I read that, I’d already received my donor organ, and it had been helping shape me in many lasting ways. I found it very creative of Lamott to reach around that corner.
I was changed long before the life-changing donor organ, a liver, arrive 2–1/2 years ago. In so many ways I lost count…
has survived, achieved many things. Storyteller. BAMus, Univ. of Hawaii. MHumanities, Univ. of Colorado Denver. Liver Transplant, Cleveland Clinic.