A couple of Christmases ago, one of my daughters gave me a fun gift—a small, gray corrugated board-in-a-frame with a set of white letters and numbers that can be snapped into place to make words or short phrases. I quickly sorted through the alphabet and experimented with several different messages to mount on that little […]
Why I Call Myself A Writer
by on June 20, 2019 Leave a Comment
by Lydia Mikkael | twitter: @lydiamikkael | blog: thenakedbeing.com My bags were packed, the hotel was booked, and the childcare was in place. I had never done this before, and I was equal parts nervous and excited. Drawn by something I couldn’t quite articulate, I was attending my first writer’s conference. I’d long dreamed of […]
This Face is a Story
by on May 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]
When I Get to Have the Good Thing
by on April 29, 2019 Leave a Comment
We moved last month. I’ve spent the past few weeks sorting through things, packing some and donating or dumping others. I tried to stay focused and not get pulled into the little whirlpools of nostalgia lurking at the backs of drawers and cupboards. Of all the things I sorted, the one that turned out to […]
Who Will Pluck My Chin Hairs?
by on April 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
My mom and I once made a solemn vow: If either of us is ever in a coma, we promise to pluck one another’s chin hairs. My petite, five-foot-tall mom once grew out a single hair to see how long it would get. The coarse black hair spiraled below her chin until my brother and […]
