Category: About Me
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Midnight Alarms…
My deep sleep was interrupted recently by a fire truck beeping, backing up in front of our house. There’s something jarring about a surprise fire department visit, especially in the middle of the night. Turns out, it was a false alarm and neighborhood texts confirmed there was no danger. Still, I wandered around in that…
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It’s Not That Complicated…
Today I offer you a brief opinion piece I wrote during a recent writing class. The prompt was “It’s not that complicated,” and we were given twenty minutes to write. While I could embellish, clean up and tighten the writing, I am merely posting it here to illustrate the power of quick writing to a…
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Perfection is Overrated…
Perfection is a red juicy apple. Until you bite into it. One holiday season I packed away some wax fruit to make way for holiday decorations. I threw them all in a paper bag to store in the attic and forgot about it until I returned to the attic, months later. I was surprised to…
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Take Heat, Take Heart…
To my northern friends who suffer seasonal jealousy of our temperate southern winters, it’s payback time. Morning walks in Memorial Park are HOT from the get-go with a warm, moist towel of humidity wrapping around you. Returning to a home that has the AC set at a previously uncomfortable high is some relief. I earnestly…
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Train Your Mind…
I’ve been working on mind-tuning, turning toward joy and away from Doom and Gloom. I don’t need to list reasons why it seems an increasingly difficult task. No doubt you have your own G&D list that invades your imaginings of the worst that can happen in any given established system or way of life or…
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The Long and Short of It…
I’ve recently jumped on Substack, an excellent social engagement platform, especially for writers. I’m surprised and encouraged that readers crave these often-lengthy essays. While I strive to keep these Monday and Wednesday blog posts at 200 words, I can let loose on Substack, even inching toward 1k. It’s fun to write away, at least for…
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Musical Bodies…
My right ankle clicks when I climb the stairs and my left knee joins in with a brrrrpt. These tiny percussions are silently joined by the constant thrum of my beating heart, all reminders to whisper thanks for a body that works, most often well. Breathing in whistles a prayer to lungs that are capable…
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Surfing…
I can’t imagine surfing; balancing on a board that rocks and roils with the waves. I have skied (both kinds) and even skateboarded, back in the day. I’d find my balance, place my feet in a stable position and soften the knees. I imagine two ends to surfing. First, a fantasy of letting my body…
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No Pay Play…
I thrive on working toward a big goal, but it’s balanced with various fun-time pursuits. They offer needed diversions when I hit a no flow state in this self-proclaimed “job” of writing for which there is no pay and little recognition. I only want to write a sometimes funny, disastrous, challenging story in which my…
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