February 2012
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F) Don’t EVER Talk about what you’re going to...
When a piece of writing is inside of you its like a baby that’s growing. The baby is feeding off of your vitality, your brain, your emotional strength, and over time it grows. If you talk about it, then you’ve given birth. I’ve given birth to more dead babies than I can count. Give birth on the written page first. Then you can talk about her as she matures.
A rule I follow religiously, via 10...
January 2012
3 posts
“I move because the world has too much to show me to stay still.”
– My Exercise History Part 3 | Can You Stay For Dinner?
This gal’s story makes my heart happy. And it makes me want to (re)introduce myself to something other than my resting heart rate.
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December 2011
8 posts
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November 2011
7 posts
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236 days
From the time that Jeff and I got engaged to the day we got married, I was more or less in a state of panic that increased as The Big Day approached. The psychotic fight-or-flight would kick in whenever a decision had to be made, large or small. And once January 1, 2011 rolled around, shit got real. From there on out, it was 203 solid days of me feeling shaky, ill, lonesome, intimidated, and...
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“An exclamation mark is like laughing at your own jokes.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald!
October 2011
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trains at night
We live a half-block from a set of busy traintracks and, in the middle of the night, when a train passes along them, the sound coming from this hurtling beast of wheels and metal-on-metal is that of ten-thousand heavy, wild, yelping dogs. It is so incredibly loud and low. The rumbling shakes our floors and walls. I feel it beneath my feet.
The proximity to the traintracks was one of the things we...
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September 2011
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August 2011
25 posts
“At night we sit outside and listen to the cicadas. The first night was...”
– a cup of tea & a wheat penny - a cup of tea & a wheat penny - A Home In The Heart Of The Country
Beautiful.