writing
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Airports are funny places. Not funny as in “ha-ha, what a relaxing afternoon,” but funny as in “how did I end up powerwalking past a sushi bar, a luggage store, a coffee shop, a gift shop, three people on speakerphone, and a restroom line long enough to qualify as a parade?” They are the places…
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Now listen, I love movies. I love books, too. I will watch a little bit of everything—horror, action, romance, comedy, mystery, Hallmark sweetness, and whatever genre happens to be hollering from the couch that night. But some tropes get under my skin a bit. First up… horror movies and their passionate little pit stops. Somebody…
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A dreamy, sincere little argument with time travel, memory, and the ache of growing older… If someone handed me a calendar and said, “Pick one year. You may have it back,” I would like to tell you I’d answer quickly. I would like to be the kind of person who knows exactly which door in…
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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…
