Author: thepathtoworthy

I was taught at some point in my writing education (which admittedly occurred mostly later in life) that one should be sensitive when writing about other cultures, religions, ethnicities, skin colors, sexualities, etc. Basically speaking, one should be mindful when writing about any situation outside one’s own. Careful to temper judgments and accusations and wide-ranging… Continue reading A Mile in Her Broken Shoes.

A long time ago, my mother had to do the unthinkable and ruin an engagement surprise. Before you judge, understand that she agonized over this decision. I won’t get into any of the details right now, as they are not so important, other than sharing that she wanted me to have time to process and… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mama.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about communication. Okay, I’ve been thinking about it since birth, really. But I’ve been giving it more specific, granular brain focus lately. I’ve come to this, perhaps, very obvious revelation that no matter how solid our communication techniques, we are starting out behind the eight ball if we don’t… Continue reading Can we talk?

I was taking a writing class a year or so ago and I was tasked with responding to the following prompt: Your personal slice of paradise. This is what I wrote… I know what people mean when they say that the seasons put forth a fragrance in the air. Winter smells like fireplaces and the… Continue reading Run, Safely.

I was telling my mom, and a good friend, that I identify mostly as a marshmallow in a world filled with forks. My dear friend advised that she too is marshmallow status (hence our kinship) and mom, in true mom fashion, advised that the Yiddish word for marshmallow is shney-kishele, which translates to tiny little… Continue reading Marshmallow Life.

Hi. I'm back. Sort of. I was away, writing my tush off. I'm trying to figure out what's next for here. Something is next. There is a reason why I renewed this website. I'm not done yet. Not even close folks. Here's a funny little prompt response/story to get you laughing until next week when… Continue reading Just a tidbit.

Who doesn't need a pool story in this weather, amiright? Here goes... I’ve never really understood this exercise. I mean, I have, but also, I don’t. I mostly don’t understand why the fuck I insisted on being tough and sitting directly on this burning surface rather than taking the towel that was offered me. The… Continue reading That Day By The Pool.

It’s quiet. The kind of quiet that can’t be manufactured. My breath is fogging the window and my fingers itch to draw in it. A heart or smiley face. Something nonsensical and childish. It’s dusk and I imagine the silence out there matches my noiseless surroundings. I stretch my legs, and my toes poke outside… Continue reading Story Time- July 31- The Meal.

Hi. I've been writing. A lot. And I've been doing it outside of here, and then I thought- well that's silly. Why not just post my writing here? Most of it is about, well, feelings. Relationships. I'll pepper in current events from time to time, as well. Anyway, here's my first post back. I call… Continue reading Updates….

I decided to go for a walk because it was gorgeous out this weekend and I had some time on my hands. The friend that often takes my wandering adventures with me was off to secure a spot at the beach, so I was solo. Thus, I decided to pop on a Peloton walk for… Continue reading People Power.