Denise Moser

Sarah’s mind always goes back there. Decades have passed, but she still feels like the ugly outsider kid she was, with pimples, and dreams of being picked for the talent show, for the school play, and for being loved. 

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I was reminded recently to keep my eyes on my own paper. I wasn't cheating. I was looking around to see what other people’s lives were like, especially other singer/songwriters, and I was going down the rabbit-hole of envy. 

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Have you ever wanted to do something, and to not do it, in equal measure? It happened to me this weekend, and it is an all too familiar feeling. I wish there really were do-overs in life. I would have…

I was thrilled to have been offered the opportunity on Sunday to play a couple of my songs at the Philadelphia Folk Festival. I was part of a show on the Dulcimer Grove stage, which is where lots of family…

What does it mean to be a success? Is it something you are, or something you feel? How do you measure it? What does it look like? Who decides?
 
People have been congratulating me lately on my successes. At the…

I am at my creative best these days with a knife in my hand. I love to cook! I love the colors and the shapes, the smells and the endless possibilities.
 
All of my senses are engaged as I chop…

(Jealousy showed up at my door again! She is an old friend who embarrasses me, laughs at me, and sometimes full-on humiliates me, but she always brings a gift.

I am thrilled for my friends' successes. I love them, and…

Yesterday, I saw my first forsythia. It is my favorite sign of spring. I like when they are wild and leggy! I feel like forsythia today, untamed and reaching for the sun.  

I feel inspired by the season’s emerging color…

Yesterday ended with a passionate rant to myself, and to my closest friend, about needing help, not knowing how to ask for it, whom to ask, and what specifically I was asking for.  Then, before closing my eyes on the…

The magical wonderland of snow has melted, and the temperature is rising. Wind is noisily throwing its weight around outside my window, and I know spring is just about here. Soon the heat will be turned off for another year,…

Anne wanted to punch Claudia in the face. They were doing dishes after a mostly silent dinner of tuna noodle casserole and canned Le Sueur peas. Claudia was babysitting while their parents went to see The Carpenters at the Rose…

“You’re afraid of that?  Here, I've got some for you... That too? Here's an extra helping...“  It felt like the universe taunting me. 

I was sick and in bed for days leading up to the event; I could barely rehearse;…