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Abandoned Bowlines
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in...
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{Time} It’s Not About Me November
I had a great piece I was going to post tonight. After meeting with my writer’s group, I was encouraged, inspired. We had a brief prompt-writing session and I began composing a post that I thought...
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Writer, Resurrected {finally facing fear}
For all my exterior confidence, I am just the same, little girl I was thirty years ago. It was then I wrote my first composition that resembled a story. I wrote. A story. It was just a small tale woven...
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3 Things I Learned About Life From A Writer’s Conference
It is a sight to see, all those self-proclaimed introverts and book nerds chatting it up. And for this introvert, there’s a bit of a homecoming whenever I step through the doors of the Inland...
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Stephen King and I
Like Anna and the King of Siam, Stephen King and I are really nothing alike. He’s a man, I’m a woman. Most obvious difference. He writes horror. I do not. He’s a lot older than I am. Really, he is....
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In Which I am Lost and Found Again {rediscovering purpose}
I sat before the computer for long, silent minutes. Fingers hovered, stiff yet from the night’s sleep, but ready and waiting, waiting for a message. My mind, my heart: there lie the problems in the...
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What Clips Your Wings? {or, yelling at God}
What clips your wings? My youngest boy brought home an application to be a class representative in student body government, his first foray into leadership, politics, into submitting himself to the...
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When Your Story is a Dumb, Sob-Story {How to Handle Harsh}
He called my story a sob story. That would make me the “sob-ber” –not really attractive. He then proceeded to call my story and how I told it –dumb. Three times dumb, said he. And it cut a little,...
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