Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Prove. Yourself. Write.

Hello. Even though Steve and I have been snowed in for several days this month, I have not had the desire to write.
Although there are individual and collaborative writing projects in the works, it has been a struggle to write, or do anything.
However, I mustered the energy to write a poem for Martin Luther King Day at the Century Center. The poem is based on a previous blog entry; I dedicate this poem to T., and to all my other writerly friends. Please feel free to make a copy and put it near your writing space for inspiration.


Prove. Yourself. Write. (2014)

Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Some days
I have to repeat this mantra
to myself.

Some days
I have to put the fear of rejection
on the shelf.
Some days
when I receive a rejection
from an editor
stating that “we are sorry to inform you…”

that my writing
isn’t literary enough
to take space on the page
and that twenty-first century rejection
is no longer worth
a letter and a stamp.


Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove Yourself Write.
W-r-i-t-e.

The sting of a rejection email
Still resonates
The sting of a rejection email
still penetrates
my heart chambers
but my poetic heart
beats on

The sting of a rejection letter
Makes me momentarily
want to press the off button on
the laptop and hang it up
Hang up the life a writer.

No way.
Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove Yourself Write.
W-r-i-t-e.

Rejection email
sparks a fire under my--
seat
Because I live for words
and live my life with a
drummer’s own beat.

So,
Prove the nay-sayers wrong
And prove yourself write.

Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-R-I-T-E.
And just write.




Monday, January 13, 2014

A Strange Day


It's been a strange day. I slept restlessly last night; I woke up and immediately made an appointment for hairapy. Had a good cry and a successful blowout with W the Stylist. Hairapy was particularly cathartic; I later went to Ulta and purchased makeup and hair products. That's one of the ways I remember my mother today, as she always loved to have her hair styled. She always looked good.

After hairapy and errands, I visited friends. After I visited friends and returned home, I accidentally sent my husband's cousin a lovey-dovey message. His name is right above Steve's on Google chat. After L politely responded that he was the wrong recipient, I apologized, told him to never mind and to carry on. Meanwhile, I am sure I won't live that down for awhile. Mea culpa...

I rested for a couple of hours and finished a book called First Love by James Patterson that I picked up at the 'bary today. The damn book is about cancer, but I didn't find out until halfway through. I don't care if I'm spoiling the surprise, I didn't like that one. First Love=Fail.

Steve took me to the grocery store to pick up dinner; dinner didn't stay down en route to the hospital, so the hospital visit for a family member was detoured. (Thank goodness for bags.) Now I am home sipping on ginger ale while Steve is eating dinner. The man has a stomach of steel.

I am grateful that in less than four hours that it will be January 14: a new day.


Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Happy 2014: The Year of the Soup





A FB friend posted that eating cabbage on New Year’s Day means good luck. Well, Steve and I lucked out because we finished eating a second successful batch of homemade vegetable soup. The sequel was as good as the season premiere. Of course, it’s not perfect, but the soup was not burned, and no one died during or after the consumption of soup. That’s success in my book. I noticed Steve left a few chunks of carrots in the bottom of the soup, so note to self: slice the carrots so they are smaller.

So, you are probably wondering why I am geeking out over the creation of something as simple as vegetable soup. Because friends, I am not confident in the kitchen. I have always been afraid to mess up and/ or burn up the kitchen in the process. However, I had a culinary heart-to-heart chat with a friend and she gave me the wisdom and the confidence to try it. (I appreciate that many others have tried before her, on this day, somehow, it clicked.)

There are two main ingredients to vegetable soup: tomato juice and cabbage. Everything else is an added bonus. Here is the recipe that I learned –and I added a couple of ingredients. Thank you, S., for the inspiration.

Scorch-Friendly Vegetable Soup (Inspired by S.)
1. One can tomato juice (I used low-sodium V8 juice)
2. Approx. two cups of diced cabbage
3. A cup or two of diced celery
4. A cup or two of diced carrots
5. A can of diced potatoes (You can add two cans if you want your soup to be more like a stew)
6. Scattered parsley for taste and décor
7. A sprinkle of basil for flavor
8. Optional: mozzarella cheese to sprinkle over soup when served.

Get a big soup pot. Glance at clock; use a timer if needed. Your soup will be ready two hours later. Pour in tomato juice; set your stove to medium. Add in cabbage, celery, carrots, diced potatoes, and parsley. Stir occasionally (about every fifteen minutes or so) and put the lid over the pot. Sprinkle basil in soup. Before serving, add in mozzarella (or vegan-friendly) cheese and parsley for décor. Makes 4-6 servings.

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