building a platform

i started writing this blog with no end in mind. i’ve always written.  ever since i was little and the blank, yellow page seemed safer than any other place.  i’ve got thirty journals for people to burn after i die. then came the internet. i lived in a small town in ohio when i wrote

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santa is over for now

the holidays. sigh. the holidays found me bumming a cigarette off strangers and wandering through the woods with bright sunlight blinding my eyes. there was so much to do.  so much to get done. i felt the absence of youth this time around. when i was a little girl we would put our christmas tree

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when the heart starts freezing over

we drive down two lane roads in these woods with snow banks on either side.  they curve and hug frozen bodies of water; small neighborhood lakes and grand bays. on each there are people dotting the ice with their fishing poles.  solitary figures making the most of their time.  i want to run out and be with

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in and of itself

i’m hoping to make a sacrifice, i’m hoping to make some time. distractions abound and i find myself racing towards them.  thankful lists compiling activity and people fall short of the kind of gratitude i’m lacking as of late. but i’m not so sure i can pull it off. well then, how about a minute

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through the airwaves

the countdown to summer has begun. somehow. i’m confused how we go from buried, too cold to step outside, to easter morning on the beach, toes in sand. but alas, it is so. and i for one will hold my spinning head and say thank you for the spinning globe. bare branches have performed their

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a word is worth a thousand pictures

i heard good things today. richard foster praised silence for writers.  bret lott shared that we will never master writing because it is filled with self-doubt and loneliness.  anne lamott said that writing takes much longer than you think it will and remains a struggle always. this is good news. i was told to keep

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grandfathers and writing conferences

i left town last week.  i’m leaving again on thursday. i couldn’t leave soon enough when my children were small.  little hands hooked around my neck and breathing so close, too close.  no quiet.  always taking care. it’s not like that now. now it seems like time sneaks up on me and my ride is

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