Category: Writing
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Respect…
Regardless of your feelings about Jimmy Carter as president, who passed away December 29 at the age of 100, respect is due for his life-long humanitarianism. His public stance against segregation in 1972 brought him to the forefront of national politics, leading him to become the POTUS in 1976. His popularity plummeted while in office.…
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Holding Grief…
A spot in my heart is holding grief for all affected by the horrific California fires. I’m not there with them or among them, but I can pray that they receive help when and where needed, gather courage to face a ravaged view of the future, hold hope for renewal and rest in comfort from…
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Siren Song…
“Listening to the siren song of more, we are deaf to the still small voice waiting in our soul to whisper, ‘You’re enough.’” Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way; A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity. I’m not surprised at the serendipity of reading those words on December 31. Cameron’s path is all about synchronicity. We are reeling…
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A Bouquet…
I recently shared a moment with a stranger in an unorganized and overstuffed sales rack. She held up a dress and asked if it was too wild. What? No! The classic style and muted tones of a floral theme were asking to be worn. I said wearing it would be like wrapping herself in a…
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Color!
I recently hung out with two adorable girls who are the age of coloring with abandon. We engaged in a doodling craft time with precut bookmarks and crayons, then gathered brown grocery bags when the paper supplies ran out. If you haven’t colored lately, I recommend it. But there can be no rules – set…
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Claim It!…
My writing community is a wealth of intelligent, funny, well-read souls who travel alongside my insecure and doubtful self. We hold virtual hands; we cry and laugh and woohoo. Each and every one of us suffers doubts. Positive feedback is buried under rejections, large and small, no matter where we are in the process. I…
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Plan Z…
Last week my walking buddy started a new job. Lucky her, but sad me. There goes our morning routine of fighting school traffic to drive through our favorite coffee shop for grandes of our choice to carry around the three-mile loop of our beautiful city park. Enter Plan Z, plan zed, plan zilch, plan zzz.…
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Workers Work…
The saying goes, if you want to get something done, ask the busy person who organizes, rallies, motivates and gathers resources to make dreams a reality. I love dreamers, my own self being a big one. I get positive energy from hanging out with heads-in-the-clouds types. But if you never come down to earth and…
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“You Can’t Handle The Truth”…
Sure, it’s a famous line, but it is wrong. Truth: you can handle it. Take deep breaths, set a timer for some self-love and then let the kernel of the truth stew. Buried within the tough love are useful gems that will make your work better. Writers (and all creatives) must suffer slings and arrows…
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Excavating…
I’ve been excavating for optimism. The sun rises every day. A tiny green shoot pushes through a crack in concrete, driven to thrive, against all odds. In the dark days of early pandemic, we had no clue the extent or damage to come. We soon realized it was bigger than any weather event, powerful country…
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