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The Stairwell & The Almost Said

Earlier this year, I began (and then grew distracted [oh, look! A cute little bunny!] so I set it aside on my kitchen table, where it still awaits my return) reading Bob Hudson’s The Art of the Almost Said. One of the first questions he poses, which I’ve been contemplating all summer as I chase… Continue reading The Stairwell & The Almost Said

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Changing My Tune… and My Bio

I need to change my author bio. It’s not the bio you’ll find here on my website; rather, if you stumble across my writing via another writer (like Spider Babies, my Mother’s Day Guest Post for Robyn R. Smith. Subscribe to her inspiring Encourageminutes! Let me know you’ve signed up and I’ll send you a… Continue reading Changing My Tune… and My Bio

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What Would Your Rock Say?

Imagine if we spoke about the loss of a limb the way we talk about the death of a loved one. “She’s in a better place.” “He’s not suffering anymore.” “She’s at peace.” “At least you had the chance to say goodbye.” “What a life well-lived!” Or my personal favorite: “Hold onto the good memories.”… Continue reading What Would Your Rock Say?

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Painting Words

Life is hard. Rocks are hard. Art is hard. I am not an artist. Give me ink; I’ll write you a poem. There will be no illustrations. Promise. I love art. I love the element of capturing a moment and expressing something true with colors, shapes, and textures. I just can’t do it. I need… Continue reading Painting Words