Tag: writing
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What You See Is Never Who You Get
We began the year as thirteen strangers. From different places around the world. It’s been a journey getting to know each other. Not always smooth. A few potholes along the way. Ten months after beginning, we’ve become family. We didn’t start that way. Our first meeting felt tentative and more than a little uncomfortable. […]
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The Journey From Now To Not Yet
I know where I want to go. It’s whether or not I’ll make it that I can’t guarantee. I’m a woman of many words. I fill journals quickly and have run out of places to store them. They’ve spilled over into John’s space–not good. For years I’ve wanted to use those words to write books. […]
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The Grand Dump
Whoever said someone’s trash is someone else’s treasure? They’ve never been to my home. Trash is trash and you can’t put a pretty bow on it. My daughter’s family has the right idea. They rented a dumpster for a week and are being fierce in their disposal of things not needed. If it’s not been […]
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Done…And Just Beginning
Life exists on the other side of the writers conference. I questioned that. I went into it with fear–of failure, of rejection, of not being enough. Didn’t sleep the night before we left because of nerves. I’ve emerged from it with a sense of perspective, hope and more confident that I should write. Didn’t see […]
Tip of My Iceberg 