life
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Rambling on about life, love, turmoil, aging, faith, and the quiet courage of simply continuing….. What is the bravest thing I have ever done with no one watching? At first, that sounds like the kind of question that should come with a grand answer. Something dramatic. Something cinematic. A moment with music swelling in the…
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There was a time when a person could make it through a day with a wallet, a set of keys, and maybe a grocery list scribbled on the back of an envelope. Now, it seems we need an app for everything: shopping, banking, eating, traveling, catching up with friends, earning points, collecting discounts, and proving…
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I have always been a walker and a looker. Some people walk for exercise, some walk to clear their heads, and some walk because the dog has made it abundantly clear that the house is no longer acceptable. I walk for all those reasons, I suppose, but mostly I walk because the world keeps leaving…
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A walk down memory lane, thinking about the kindness of others… Kindness is one of those little things that sounds simple until you really start thinking about it. It is free, portable, and surprisingly powerful. It can begin as a tiny act—holding a door, offering a hand, checking in after a storm—and somehow keep rolling…
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A dreamy little rambling on about what I wanted to be before bills, benefits, and sensible shoes entered the conversation of life… When I was young, I did not dream in salaries. I did not sit around imagining direct deposit, retirement plans, or whether a job came with dental. Childhood dreams have the luxury of…
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The strange, tender timing of the things that can leave a mark… Coincidence is a funny little word for something that can feel anything but little. It means the surprising things that happen at the same time by chance, with no planning and no obvious connection. They just happen. Sometimes we hardly notice them. Sometimes…
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Rambling on through a broken heart about fictional worlds and losing the light in a world that is growing darker day by day… There is something wonderfully tempting about the idea of living inside a fictional world. Who wouldn’t want to step through a wardrobe, traverse a secret entrance behind fireplace, board a starship, wander…
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Rambling on about a time in history I would like to be there for…| If I could go back and visit one account of history, I would not choose a moment of celebration alone. I would choose a moment wrapped in grief, exhaustion, hope, and fear: the end of World War II and the gathering…
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Do you ever spend time daydreaming? I do… Sometimes more time than I should or care to admit. This morning again I perused my poetry Journal. Sharing words seems to be what I want to do today too. Do you… Do you ever wonder just where you’re headed some days,wondering what will come as you just…
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Rambling on about being inked, scars, and the stories our bodies keep… I have toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo for as long as I can remember. I have drawn designs, saved ideas, studied other people’s ink in grocery store lines and parking lots, and wondered, sometimes kindly, sometimes nosily, what made them…
