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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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In my last post–– the one that marked my first baby step out of the hole I’ve been in, I acknowledged that I’ve been depressed. I shared that writing and blogging has been hard. I wrote a post to restart … Continue reading
Remember me? I used to be a blogger. I used to post three times a week. Some of you read my work. Some of you read it all the time, and encouraged me to keep writing. Remember when I posted … Continue reading
No. Watching Ellen DeGeneres cannot cure depression. If it were that simple, we wouldn’t have an epidemic of depression and suicide in this country. No miracle cures–– depression is hard to shake–– but one day of watching Ellen DeGeneres more … Continue reading
A very wise therapist told me to write about my father… for Mother’s Day. The fact I’ve thought about it nearly every day for weeks, but have not been able to put words to page, until now… probably means she’s … Continue reading
“Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated,” Mark Twain’s famous quote, might apply to my absence from all things writing. I’ve been digging deep, and working on stuff. But writing always finds me… and pulls me back from the edge. And … Continue reading
I decided to go to the March on Washington, as a promise to myself that I would never let hopelessness define me again. This past Election Day I woke up, literally and figuratively, to the realization that as a 53-year-old … Continue reading
In 2014 I followed in the footsteps of Jen over at Jenny’s Lark, and I wrote a list of 50 things (in 10 minutes) that I was grateful for in 2014. The list actually became 60 things, because I still had … Continue reading
Tis the season! While that statement inevitably makes many people think of holiday lights, trees to decorate, dreidels and menorahs, and gift buying, for thousands of high school seniors and their parents, December dit is the advent of … Continue reading
Since I first read I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, as senior in high school, I have regularly turned to Maya Angelou for inspiration. This week, I have read this stunning poem more than once, may finally get it. … Continue reading
Note: This post has taken me nearly two months to write. It has been percolating in my head, in my dreams, in my thoughts, since the events that prompted it. I didn’t want to write it, until I felt ready, … Continue reading


