I went with a group of 15 to “The Secret Garden” at the Utah Shakespearean Festival on Friday. It was wonderful, and I felt homesick for the stage. I flirted with theatre in high school and college, enough to grow addicted to the pre-show jitters and the scent of Febreze. Then we stayed in the family cabin, and it was fun. Breakfast was leisurely. We pet dogs and played on bunk beds and fought for the bathroom mirror. Then we hiked Cedar Breaks and ended up surrounded by wildflowers. It smelled like clean grass and rain. It smelled like home.
I received an acceptance to Nanoism today, and a suggestion to tweak another piece and resubmit it. I liked the suggested edits very much, to be honest. They made me laugh. I also forgot to send out a contract to another magazine because my father blew into town and I was excited. But as a whole, I’m dissatisfied with my work. I think that I could do better.
Something a bit disappointing came about, and I’m still processing it. I can’t decide whether I want to address it or not. I don’t leap into battles, but I also don’t stand by while people are bullies. This is something that has been bothering me for quite some time, but it is a Thing of a Delicate Nature, and Things of a Delicate Nature require careful thought. I try to live a life of kindness and respect. It would be quite lovely if others would do the same.
Also, they posted an excerpt of my story “Peanut Butter Toast” from A Cup of Comfort for Parents of Children with Special Needs on Amazon. Just search Mercedes M. Yardley and it’ll come up. You can take a quick peek into my life, if you’d like. 🙂