This is a weird thing for me to write about. You see, I’ve been spending the last 10 years running from my past. A friend said that I’m so dodgy about my old life, that I behave like someone who killed her entire family and moved out of state.
I’m that elusive about it.
But I didn’t kill anyone.
I was just an actor. Continue reading
I am super excited about this writing workshop coming up on March 4th in Charlottesville, VA! It is open to experienced writers and newbies alike.
We’ll be talking about creativity and how to deal with that inner critic who can sometimes stand between you and the work. We will discuss how to use your past as a catalyst for your current work. In-class exercises will access the passion within you and help you get your authentic voice on the page. We’ll also discuss writing best practices, from ways to approach your first draft to setting boundaries and deadlines to get your work to your editor.
Sign up for the workshop here and please let me know if you have any questions.
Hope to see you there!
On Friday, I graduated from Kripalu Center for Yoga and Heath – I am now a certified yoga teacher.
I’d like to pay my respects to how it all started…
Standing Bow in Cape Town
I will do yoga until the day I die. Yeah, I know. That’s a big statement. Especially for me.
I can have some bandwagon tendencies. I jump on and ride along for about six months until a more interesting wagon rolls on by. For a while, thought I needed to buy a potter’s wheel, I looked for apartments to rent in South Africa and went through a phase where thought I really needed to be able to read hieroglyphs.
This is different. Yoga is a keeper. This is a lifelong practice for me and if I ever stop doing it, someone needs to kick my ass back on to the mat because I’ve temporarily lost my mind.
Yoga taught me how to manage my panic attacks and anxiety, it has lessened my depression and made me a much happier person. It’s made my marriage stronger and has given me the supportive community that I’ve always wanted.
And then there is the physical stuff.
*I’m working hard on my new book and finding myself with little time for new blog posts. I decided to bring back some older posts that you might have missed… Hope you enjoy!
It’s surprising to me that people actually ask me how much money I make.
I guess they have heard about “residuals” and are just curious to know how that works, but it seems like a ridiculous thing to ask. I feel like they should follow-up by asking for my weight and the date of my last period.
But people wonder about these things so I need to come up with some sort of answer. Continue reading
*I’m working hard on my new book and finding myself with little time for new blog posts. I decided to bring back some older posts, that you might have missed… Hope you enjoy!
I just wanted to fit in.
All 15-year-olds just want to fit in. They skulk around like those fish on the ocean floor who can alter their skin color to match the rocks. That was me – trying to blend like my survival depended on it.
But Mrs. Doubtfire was still in theaters, breaking all kinds of box-office records and 20th Century Fox was putting two-page ads in The Hollywood Reporter thanking everyone for buying a movie ticket. Blending was getting harder to do. But L.A. was my life now and I needed to figure out how to be part of that Hollywood crowd. A club on the Sunset Strip seemed like a good place to learn. Continue reading
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It’s that time when everyone is feeling all motivated to do that thing that they’ve been wanting to do forever – that thing that never happened because life got in the way. Because of laundry and doctor’s appointments and soccer games. Because it’s scary to jump in and actually do it.
I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to be scared. Jump in. I’ll jump in with you. Continue reading
My badge reads:
Lisa: experienced cat socializer
It has paw print stickers all over it.
I expected to walk dogs when I started volunteering once a week at the no-kill shelter. I saw myself as firmly Team Dog. But they needed help with the cats so I went to help with the cats.
I soon found that I had a knack with the…um…”difficult” cats. The ones who take a chunk out of your arm if you make eye contact. The abused, traumatized, aggressive felines. For some reason, I can touch the cats no one else can get near. I can take the wild-eyed maniacs and turn them into the cuddly lap sitters that everyone wants to take home.
I don’t have very many valuable skills – but I am the Asshole Cat Whisperer. Continue reading