Category: Writing
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Life is But a Blip…
Our time on this earthly plane is no more than a blip on the radar of the circle of life. That sounds so depressing, but is it? If one’s life is reduced to a mere speck in the time, space continuum, what does that mean? I think it means we have been given a great…
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Green Is…
It’s storming – a good gulley washer and a welcome break to the heat wave which is the result of something called a heat dome. That sounds oppressive, like there is no escape, but I give thanks for the warmth and the greening up that it brings after summer showers. On blue sky days the…
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Rally…
It’s no secret I am not a morning person. I prefer to stay up into the next calendar day and sleep the morning away. There are times when the big wide world has other plans. Recently, the Joy of Djembe Drumming Ensemble was asked to perform on a morning news show to promote the local…
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I ‘Preciate Ya…
While it’s true I never actually say “I ‘preciate ‘ya,” (twang implied), I am thankful for those who work to bring comfort and joy to my life. Noticing them begets a happy lens that views people as helpful, good, and valuable. Going beyond a cursory thanks means to sincerely wish them well. It means to…
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Puppy Love…
I recently witnessed two dogs happily meeting each other, wet nose to wet nose, wagging tails behind. The bigger one had pointy ears and a barrel chest, its person tethered on a leash. The smaller dog was behind a fence, its stubby tail doing double time. A few sniffs in and they were fast friends.…
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Impromptu Joy…
I recently celebrated an artful day with one of my daughters, exploring a local modern art museum. Soaking in the creations of others feeds my soul. Doing so with a loved one, doubly so. Like music, visual art can enhance and energize. It has a way of toggling brain buttons to the on position, like…
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Character Reveal…
Deep into draft one of novel two, my main character cavorts and chortles in my writing closet. I don’t worry about quality at this stage. It’s all about populating a page with raveling words. Many revisions will shape them into a book for the reading public. Writing the first draft is like donning flowing robes…
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Ideal, Ideal Day…
What is your ideal day? I have a few. The simplest is cozying up in my writing closet, punctuated by playing piano and reading. Simple, not easy to pull off given the rarity of white spots on the calendar. I had the grandest ideal day at the New Orleans Fairgrounds, soft-shell crab poboy in hand,…
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Weather the Weather…
I’ve just returned from the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival – a guaranteed day of amazing music from Blues to Zydeco and all kinds in between. Singing and dancing in the Gospel tent is going to church, rocking out with throngs of fans at the big stages is a party. The paths in between…
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Front Loading…
In the realm of time and space and all things that must fit within, I like to remember to front load…my day, my week, my priorities. Setting aside writing time first thing in the morning tells my brain and my heart that writing is an important enterprise. Front loading the week means the first three…
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