writing
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Sequels are tricky little creatures. Sometimes they arrive like an invited guest bearing dessert, and sometimes they show up unannounced, wearing muddy boots, asking where the snacks are. The question I am pondering today is, who gets to decide whether a book deserves—or even needs—a sequel? My answer is simple… the writer does. The author.…
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Rambling on about taking the time, the little things, and trusting… Every now and then, a body needs a little reminder: give yourself something small to look forward to. A good meal. A movie on the couch. A quiet cup of coffee before the world starts hollering. Time spent caring for yourself is never wasted…
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If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? That sounds like such a simple question, doesn’t it? The kind you might answer over coffee, or while staring out a window, or while scrolling through photos of places where the grass is suspiciously green and nobody ever seems to have laundry piled…
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Let’s talk about chaos. Not the movie-trailer kind with fireballs and dramatic music, but the everyday kind. Like when the alarm doesn’t go off, the dog throws up on the rug, unexpected bills arrive, or when life looks you directly in the eye and says, “Hope you are ready for this.” We all get those…
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Rambling on about the pain of realizing the truth of those I love… Life has a funny way of handing out lessons. It does not always send them wrapped in wisdom, tied up with a neat little bow, and delivered at a convenient hour. Sometimes life throws the lesson at your head like a pine…
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Negativity has become a little too comfortable lately, hasn’t it? It walks right in, kicks off its shoes, and acts like it owns the couch. In today’s chaotic world, negative thoughts can feel less like an occasional rain cloud and more like an uninvited roommate who keeps eating the good snacks. Chasing those thoughts away—or…
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I used to loathe time. I know, I know—time is not exactly something you can give the side-eye to and expect it to apologize. Still, if time had been a person when I was younger, I would have accused it of being rude, bossy, and entirely too fond of rules. This question had me thinking…
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We all have it—that voice inside. Sometimes it shows up as a whisper. Sometimes it feels more like a nudge in the gut. And every now and then, it is loud enough to stop us right where we are. It comes when we are faced with tasks, people, choices, opportunities, and those strange little moments…
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When we are children, we believe in things with our whole hearts. We believe in the tooth fairy slipping into our rooms while we sleep, in the Easter Bunny hiding bright eggs in the grass, in Santa Claus crossing the night sky with a sleigh full of miracles. We believe in Bigfoot somewhere beyond the…
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Today’s prompt sent me on a trip down memory lane. It made me think deeply about the books I have read, the films I have watched, the recordings I have heard, and the newspaper stories that have stayed with me long after I first encountered them. It made me ask myself: what changed me? What…
