Why I Write

Wow! I was going through some files, and found this article that I wrote in September 2001 titled, "Why I Write." I can't believe that I wrote this article over fourteen years ago. Time goes by so fast.


Why I Write




I write because it allows me to dig deep into the depths of my soul to examine and express myself, which is very therapeutic. Whether I am creating an essay, nonfiction or fiction writings, I have found that writing has always been instrumental in allowing me to use my “creative juices” to stay emotionally balanced and to motivate and uplift others.

When I am going through the storms of life, writing allows me to release my anger, frustrations and fears, which keeps me centered on the blessing of life and less focused on life’s ups and downs. At the same time, writing allows me to create written recordings of my good times and milestones, which in turn, helps me to always remember that in spite of everything…”weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning (Psalm 30:5 KJV).

Most importantly, receiving feedback from the readers of my book, A Single Woman’s Parenting Journey: Survival Tidbits, makes me feel honored to know that I’ve far exceeded my objective of wanting to write a book to motivate and encourage other single mothers. And, this does my heart proud!

Writing to me is like gasoline to an automobile, without it, I would be immobilized.


© Carla J. Curtis, September 2001

A Bittersweet Fiftieth Birthday


Happy birthday to me! Today I turned fifty years old or as some would say -- a half-century old. Although I am grateful to be on this side of the dirt and am trying my best to be in a celebratory mood, I am not. As usual I received text messages, emails, calls as well as cards and gifts from others, in which I am grateful. However, I am still not in a bubbly mood and just don't really want to celebrate this milestone in my life in a formal sense as I had planned to do in a big way. 

My plans to have a big fiftieth birthday celebration and vacation all changed for me when my mother got sick this summer and died on July 31, 2015. Planning a big birthday bash and celebration took a back seat to helping take care of my mom to switching gears to assist with the planning of her funeral. So a day which I have long anticipated has now turned bittersweet. And, receiving a birthday card from my dad a few days ago signed only with his name made anticipating this day even worse because it was a reminder that my mom is really no longer here. After receiving this birthday card, I immediately went to the gym to work out rather than allowing my melancholy mood to spiral down an even darker tunnel.

Disappointed that I didn’t have a flight this morning to somewhere far away to celebrate this milestone, I forced myself to get out of the bed, thanked God for another day, went in prayer, read some devotionals and scriptures in the Bible and wrote in my journal. After journaling, I cleaned up my house and then went back to bed to sleep a few more hours hoping that when I woke up it would be the next day. But, it wasn’t. Therefore, I was led to start writing again and this blog post was born.

Like writing, water also calms me, so I just took a hot bath and I’m now headed to the gym to break a sweat. I then will return home to relax and just chill out – but not before taking another bath or shower. I love me some water!

All in all, I am thankful to celebrate another birthday and although my mom is no longer with me, I thank the Lord for giving me forty-nine years with her. Tomorrow is yet another day and I plan to do my best to enjoy it. Perhaps, in a few months, I will take a much needed vacation somewhere to celebrate that I am now a half-century old…

© Carla J. Curtis, October 2015



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