Tiffany Sunday

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Fall is a Writer’s Best Friend

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Today is a perfect day for writing, chilly temperatures, drizzle with a cloudy sky.

Watching the leaves gently fall to the ground, the peacefulness of my surroundings turbocharges my creativity. From October to January, I find myself wishing for more time, more hours in the day to savory everything fall has to offer.

Every year, I long to bottle how I feel on perfect fall days when I am out running through our neighborhood. I seek to capture the calmness and the aroma of my neighbors’ fireplaces. My soul feels alive as I quietly move through the neighborhood.

Since I started writing full time three years ago, I always enjoyed fall, now as a writer, I long for these months to write, think, stretch my creativity, to dream. If Fall was well, I would drink it dry. If Fall was a mountain, I would climb and then write about the experience.

Each day, my soul screams more, more, unplug, discover, create, and then repeat the next day. Embrace and honor the gift and beauty of the season provides by picking up a pen and sharing the feeling and encouraging others to do the same.

National Poetry Day 2020

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In 2019, I transitioned my writing career to poetry and contemporary nonfiction. This past month, I have resumed writing song lyrics.

My mother, who was an Honors AP English teacher, taught from the heart. She believed in the authors and poets that she assigned her students. She encouraged her students to think and explore. One of her favorite movies was Dead Poets Society which seems appropriate.

In the movie, Robin Williams says in a scene, “we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. The human race is filled with passion. Poetry, beauty, romance, and love is what we stay alive for.”

For many individuals, poetry is viewed as something you had to read in high school or college English class. During these classes, often students were instructed to break apart the poem measure it against some mathematical program to determine its value.

Passion, beauty, and love should never be measured with an app, digital program, or calculator. Poetry is our lighthouse to guide our way, to give perspective, to give us a home, and most importantly reassure us we’re not alone.

For National Poetry Day – I encourage you to purchase a poetry book and support the art of words.

National Coffee Day Poem

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For National Coffee Day, I wrote a couple of poems for fun and to honor our beloved cup of caffeine.

I must have coffee in the mornings, therefore, I make coffee at home. Now, that the weather is cooler, I crave the specialty coffees of pumpkin and cinnamon spice.

Coffee is more than a choice or habit.

Coffee is sipping a fresh brew,

while enjoying a brief mental escape to places unknown.

Coffee adds a special touch on crisp cold mornings.

Coffee infuses a little something extra in our day to day grind,

reminding us to take time,

to visit with friends in a café or bookshop,

to sit quietly on a porch step before the day’s chaos begins.

Coffee awakened our minds,

releasing our creativity.

Coffee is more than a drink, it’s the fuel of an artist’s soul.

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Tiffany Sunday Guest Panelist for Accessibility in the Literary Arts Presented by Deep Vellum

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Tiffany Sunday is one of the featured guest for Accessibility in the Literary Arts: Dyslexia Strategies for Inclusion presented by Deep Vellum.

The event will be hosted live on Zoom, Wednesday, August 26, 2020.

Tiffany is joined by Don Winn, Author of Raising a Child with Dyslexia: What Every Parent Should Know, and Jasmin Dean, Executive Director of Celebrate Dyslexia.

Are We Crazy Yet

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Three days ago, the citizens of Dallas, Texas, were instructed to shelter in place. Last night, while I sat on my patio, the heaviness of the situation was evident as my ears adjusted to complete silence that surrounded me.

While I sat in darkness, I heard no planes, cars, or neighbors’ voices as everyone was inside their homes. No barking dogs or the squealing of tires from over acceleration by teen drivers. Nothing but silence. I wondered, will we all be stir crazy waiting for this pandemic to pass? My thoughts produced the following poem.

Are We Stir Crazy Yet? © Tiffany Sunday 2020

Are we stir crazy yet?
Staring at these four walls.
Are we stir crazy yet?
Never knowing when it will end.
Are we stir crazy yet?
Thinking the same thoughts in our heads.
Are we stir crazy yet?
Wondering when life will ever be normal again.
Are we stir crazy yet?
Spending our days watching Netflixs’.
Knowing April will be longer than March,
Which lasted a century.
Are we stir crazy yet?
Running out of things to do, say, and clean.
Are we stir crazy yet? 
With the unsettling knowledge that we have 30 or 60 more days of indoor, 
Insanity!

© Tiffany Sunday 2020 All Rights Reserved.