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The morning pages

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | January 31, 2015 - 12:00am

Last Saturday I began my writing classes — seven people from all walks of life, mostly women getting together for the first time. We had fun.

Modern Living

After the stroke

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | August 6, 2005 - 12:00am

This morning I awoke at 6:30 a.m. and did the typical thing. I sat down to write my Morning Pages. It began with, "I am alive!" Every morning that is how I feel – grateful to be alive. You see, I have...

Modern Living

Everything has changed

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | April 30, 2005 - 12:00am

Almost two years ago I had a stroke. I remember going down to check the dining table I had just set. I looked down at it and when I looked up I told myself everything had changed. I looked around and still the whole...

Modern Living

What’s it all about?

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | March 19, 2005 - 12:00am

What’s it all about? I ask, as I get up each morning to water the plants in my garden. I have chartreuse, red, purple, fuchsia and yellow orchids now in bloom. They add color and fragrance to my quiet life,...

Modern Living

Keeping track of time

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | March 5, 2005 - 12:00am

What happens to time really? Is it always there, always the same for you? Does it adhere to a universal standard? Why is it that sometimes there seems to be so much of it and other times none at all? What happens...

Modern Living

Keeping track of time

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | March 5, 2005 - 12:00am

What happens to time really? Is it always there, always the same for you? Does it adhere to a universal standard? Why is it that sometimes there seems to be so much of it and other times none at all? What happens...

Modern Living