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Today, as I’m moving toward the end of this writing challenge, I have nothing. Black-eyed susans As I considered what to write, I felt the pressure of “Oh god, I have to make this good and interesting for the reader.” My next thought was, “No, I don’t. I started this for me, to write whatever, …
One. Today is July 24, marking one more week of my 31-day blogging challenge to myself. To say I’m looking forward to the end is an understatement. “Having” to write every day has been … not always so enjoyable. But I’ve learned that — as many writers have said — writing is not always fun …
This post from Facebook came from Revanche, oddly enough a clothing store in Bangladesh: “Did you know about glimmers? Glimmer is the opposite of a trigger. Like a micro moment that makes you happier, a little moment of awe, something that makes you feel hope. Once you start looking for them and embracing them, your …
No connection between this photo of a fungus called Dead Man’s Fingers, for obvious reasons, with this post. I just think they’re cool. (Those are Ainsley’s fingers holding the fungus.) I’m dragging. It was a long day at the office, then some work on a current side hustle. I just want to turn off the …
I will be the first to admit that I have not paid attention today. Since the moment I woke up, let the dogs out and fed them, fed the cats and cleaned out their litter boxes, and wrote in my journal a little, my mind has been two steps ahead and not in the present. …
Today, on Facebook, two photos of moss roses came up in my memories from last July. I had forgotten all about them. The year before last, Ainsley potted a selection of flowers for me. The moss roses were my absolute favorite — the color, the shape of the petals, the leaves. Perfection. Although moss roses …
Jennifer Louden read this poem today in her Friday audio in the Writer's Oasis. It's glorious, and mesmerizing, and I share it here for all and to remember it myself. I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic By Edward Hirsch, 1950 Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater and walking across the …
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