Cindy Eastman's Blog

 

Actually, if you saw the date of my last post here, it's been some time, so sorry for the late notice. I've moved most of my stuff to the following places and you can find my work, the classes I give and my books at the sites below. I'm all over the Internet, but these links will get you to most of the places. 

I hope you'll follow me there. 

Website - cindyeastman.com 

Silver Linings weekly essay - https://cindyeastman.substack.com/ 

Writual Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mywritual/

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Review: I wanted to finish reading the book, ���One Woman, FourDecades, Eight Wishes: A Journalist���s Memoir of Challenge, Change and Growth��� by Marilyn Murray Willison before I wrote a review of it (which is why it���s taken me so long!) because I wanted it to be thorough. But I could have written it after only having read the first chapter; the author���s positive outlook and easy way of writing was an inspiration from the start. Organized into eight sections--the words from a nerve-cal...

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This is why it snows...The New Year’s resolution. Who thought up this idea: this national, subversive trend supposedly designed to empower people to change their lives for the better but that ultimately sabotagesall behavior aimed at self-reflection? Probably Hallmark.
The theory is plausible: examine your life and make note of where some change is due. At the first breath of the New Year, the launch of twelve months of possibility, the threshold of potential, vow to all humankind (or any of y...

When our President announces, garrulously, that  "North Korea best not make any more threats to the United States. They will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen," he threatens all of our well-being and safety while simultaneously showing his ignorance of the horrors of war. I've dragged out this old essay--written almost 15 years ago--because the words and actions of this inadequate, self-serving, fear-mongering poser compel me to take a stand. Once again. 

Matrio...

My mother died four months ago. In the ensuing months, we buried her, celebrated her and then went through her things, bequeathing them to family, friends and her favorite homeless shelter. It’s not easy, going through someone’s things. Almost every sweater, every blouse held a memory. How could I give them away? I wanted to hear from her. I tried to listen: “You should give that gauzy teal scarf to Gerry. She’ll wear it.” I channeled her wishes the best I could and probably got some wrong. B...

I'm sharing my latest post from my monthly She Writes blog here for two reasons: The first one is because it's one of my favorites. Not because it's especially profound or well-written, but because I finally wrote about reading. The second reason is that I think this post might resonate with readers who aren't writers. Most writers are avid readers, but not all avid readers are writers. (Although, convincing people that, "yes, you can write!" is one of my pet projects. Go ahead. Ask me to hel...