my own mind: 18/365

my own mind: 18/365

I used to know my own mind. Honestly, I had an opinion about everything. And I charged forth boldly. But something happened along the way, and I entered a period of mostly not knowing. Or not caring. Yikes. I think the something that happened was my allowing marriage...
overthinker: 17/365

overthinker: 17/365

It’s true. I deliberate. I stare at words, cross them out, and start again. So I have to come up with ways to get around my brain. In December of 2013 when I was pushing to finish a first draft of my novel, I discovered that if I wrote for word count, I...
my wild ride: 16/365

my wild ride: 16/365

It’s not that I want to be a rule-follower. I just grew up that way, but it doesn’t make any sense. It was the sixties, for god’s sake. There was Woodstock. Hippies were cool. But in eighth grade, at a Latin Convention (I know), I snuck out the...
story: 15/365

story: 15/365

When I was born, my parents gave me the name Cynthia Lee Newberry. I grew up as Cindy Newberry, the oldest of five. Those years at home–studying and fighting for the bathroom and following rules–were never going to end. I would never get to live my life....
take charge: 14/365

take charge: 14/365

I’m a take-charge kind of person, a problem-solver. Perhaps I was born this way and then my predilection was honed by being the oldest of five. Or perhaps at the age of eighteen months when my sister was born, I decided it would be me rather than her. And so on....