writing
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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…
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While I do not share my poetry often here, rarely, to be exact. I don’t know why. It was how I started writing. I wrote to heal, and to clear my mind from the clutter of life. I wrote through my happiness, my memories, and yes… My grief. So, I have been nudged today because…
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A Southern woman’s honest look back at love, memory, and the one who stayed in her heart. When I first read the question, “How did you meet your significant other?” I expected my mind to answer politely, like a well-trained Southern woman at a church supper. Instead, it took off down a dirt road somewhere…
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What day would I relive from my past if I could choose just one? My first thought was, absolutely not yesterday. Yesterday can stay right where it is, thank you very much. There I was, working at a motel in the dark, in hundred-degree heat, with no air conditioning, no lights, and no real desire…
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A rambling look at the tempting fantasy of deleting one event from history… If history came with an undo button, I imagine we would all pretend to be responsible adults for about twelve seconds before elbowing each other out of the way. One person would try to erase a war. Another would erase a heartbreak.…
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Conspiracy theories that hit close, make me wonder, and refuse to leave quietly… There is no shortage of conspiracy theories in this world. Some are so wild they need a helmet and a seat belt before you even read them. Others, though, have a way of nudging at the back of your mind and whispering,…
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We like to believe we can control life. Every little detail. Every outcome. Every twist in the road. Cute thought, right? That may be our first mistake. Uncertainty is a shadow in life that is always there… Life does not always unfold according to our carefully color-coded plans. Sometimes it takes a sharp left, loses…
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They say adulthood begins at eighteen, as if the universe hands you a cake, a voter registration card, and a complimentary stack of bills. Some people feel grown at sixteen. Some are still waiting at forty-two. For me, adulthood had been lurking in the background long before eighteen, pacing quietly through the shadows of my…
