by Bunny Terry | Feb 23, 2021 | Being a Writer, Daily Gratitude, Writing Practice
I’m grateful that someone told me to write a thousand words a day. That this was the best way to become a writer. Someone somewhere taught me that if I wanted to be a writer, I needed to write. (It was probably Natalie Goldberg in Wild Mind.) That creativity wasn’t...
by Bunny Terry | Feb 1, 2021 | Daily Gratitude
What’s your word for 2021? You know the drill. You’ve seen it everywhere. Back in December, your friends and colleagues and wisdom gurus were all naming their word or their three words for the New Year. Maybe you even had the clear thinking and foresight...
by Bunny Terry | Jan 14, 2021 | Daily Gratitude
If you do a Google search right now for “deathbed quotes,” you’ll get thousands of responses. I love checking those out, perhaps because I’m a word junky and want to hear everyone else’s wisdom because mine feels so sparse some days. But...
by Bunny Terry | Jan 11, 2021 | Daily Gratitude
I’m grateful for unexpectedly finding a book, for holding it in your hand, full of possibility, for locating a work with beautiful prose that leaves you in tears by the end. On Wednesday last week I was in Sam’s in Amarillo, having just taken my parents out to the...
by Bunny Terry | Jan 8, 2021 | Daily Gratitude
Yes, as crazy as it may sound in the days of the Social Dilemma and lawsuits filed by states against Mark Zuckerberg, I’m grateful for Facebook. These are difficult times. I like to know where my heart is and how my family is doing. I have sixty-something first...
by Bunny Terry | Jan 6, 2021 | Daily Gratitude
Today I’m grateful for things that didn’t work out. I’m thankful that my six-month crush on that cute cowboy that used to dance with me at the Copper Penny in the 90s never came to fruition, although I was sure at the time that I’d die if it didn’t. I’m grateful that...
Bunny Terry is a native New Mexican who grew up on a farm in northeastern New Mexico. Her first writing job was typing stories on index cards on her family’s Underwood, stories that were uncannily like the ones she read over and over in O Ye’ Jigs and Julips, her favorite childhood book. No one thought to save those index cards for posterity, although there is the theory sarcastically circulated by her siblings that they will certainly be worth millions someday. 