Category: About Me
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Setting Stones…
Today I am setting stones along an unknown path toward the arduous and no fun task of querying agents. It feels like rolling that Sisyphean rock up the slippery mountain. Push and push. Get knocked down. Repeat ad infinitum. No wonder I make an ugly face every time I say “query.” I procrastinate, for real…
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Pity? Party of One?…
Why do the little things rankle us so? Big fears and challenges call into force our best selves. We are strong. Resilient. We can handle it. When I missed book club last week due to a more pressing need, it was hard to swallow. It was an accident, nobody’s fault, but I felt like a…
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Suckers!…
Ebb, flow; wax, wane; up, down. Cycles. Changes. Constant. I’m happy for the variety, even the occasional drag when some unexpected thing knocks me for a loop. The energy-sucking ebb and wane and down is temporary. Too many to-dos can zap our mental energy as we imagine a toppling avalanche. Physical down times bring a…
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Love Goes On…
Perhaps you have observed a magician holding a simple ball in his hand, but when he waves the other hand over it in an Abracadabra motion, it transforms into many balls. My brain knows there is a logical explanation for magic tricks but the rest of me doesn’t need to figure it out. That’s the…
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A Blog Break…
As we approach the thick of it in this moving process (calendar thick with last goodbye dinners of various groups, rooms thick with stacked boxes, brain thick with…well, just thick), there will be a brief break between these blog posts. I’ll pick them back up mid-July or so, maybe sooner as I will be itching…
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Mind the Gap…
As we edge closer to our move date, a gap widens. Friends say our departure will leave a hole. I understand, having grieved friendship-shifts as some of my own buddies have moved away. I’m not sure which is harder, the leaving or the being left. Consider a life as a piece of fabric. If one…
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Seasoned…
Next month we will be moving very close to one daughter (the other one lives across the world). Not as close as “Everybody Loves Raymond,” but close enough for the need to set some boundaries, like texting before popping over. We are excited about this new season in life, a big circle from 25 years…
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Untethered…
We are moving across the state (it’s a big one). I’m up to the task of culling things to simplify the move, but the brain chatter of what to keep, toss or donate makes for sleepless nights. Harder still is the slow and sad process of saying goodbye to our friends, communities and activities that…
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May, Oui!…
May might be my favorite month. Our family celebrates a birthday, Mother’s Day and an anniversary. May is flowery, bright and full-on Spring. It also ushers in millions of mosquitoes and fruit flies, but I’ll share (even as I swat those pesky biters). When I was a kid, my mom told us about May Day…
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Wool Gathering…
Wool gathering gets a bad rap. The phrase has come to mean mindless daydreaming. It is derived from an ancient practice of gathering bits of wool left behind on fences and bushes by grazing sheep which would yield little reward from a handful of tufts. Here I picture a proper young woman from the era…
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