Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Poetry or Rhyme
The hubby and I were talking when I told him I hadn't written a thing today. All I did was work on the taxes all day! I said I was thinking I would write a poem or a rhyme to publish on this Sunday. I knew what he would say, but here goes mine and his say!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Lessons From a Mentor
What is the greatest lesson a mentor taught you? Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts 1) When I first got into my long-term recovery, a mentor would meet with me each week for a meal and to chat about how life was going. She would pick the place to meet one week and she expected me to pick the place the next week.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Psyche
What I Do When I Am Having a Rough Day
How do you begin to turn things around after a rough day? Rupi Kaur Gratitude Writing Prompts For me, this is something I put into practice many years ago. I take fifteen minutes, maybe twenty minutes, and hang out with it. What is it exactly that is going on? Is there something I can do about it? Is it worth crying over? Is it worth swearing about? Will I feel better crying/swearing? Yes. Okay, do it!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Psyche
How Do We Receive A Compliment?
Who was the last person you expressed gratitude toward and how was it received? Just before I started to write this, I was texting with a friend. She had just returned to the States from Mexico. She was pleased that the border only took them 15 minutes. I welcomed her back and then thanked her for her Tupperware donation to my fundraiser.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers
It Felt Like A Movie. Top Story - April 2024.
Describe a moment in your life that felt like a movie. After a respiratory code, I was placed on a respirator and in an induced coma. When they decided to bring me out of that, it felt like I was being tortured, as my hands were tied and my face was covered with a mask. A man was sitting next to me that I didn't recognize.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers
Good Friends
There was a friend from high school who saw me in an open meeting for alcoholics, families, and friends. She was crying. I thought she might be comforted by knowing someone. Wrong, she cried harder and as she pointed at me she said, “I knew you would be here!”
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Humans
