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I’ve been a writer nearly all of my life (at least as long as I could hold a crayon/pencil/pen in my hand). But now I can call myself an author. I have written an essay that will appear in the upcoming anthology for The Power Within. I’ve known and worked with Nicole for about a…
I knew today’s walk was going to be presence over pace pretty much right out of the gate when I heard meowing in the trees near my apartment. I paused and called out, “Kitty?” and out came this absolutely stunning grey fluffball. He had a collar with a tag and the telltale wet spot on…
You know what one of the great gifts of getting older is? I get to define my Personal Best. Without all of the chatter of other people’s expectations. And my definition of my PB is a lot different than it used to be. I’ve mentioned before that this has been a year of transformation. A…
I took a slightly different route for my morning walk (I also got a late start and it was already hhhhhhhhot outside). I’ve been wanting to photograph this church building for awhile now and this morning was a good scouting trip, even if the conditions were not ideal for getting the shot I wanted1. …
Here are some links to stuff I’m reading this week. First, I’ll start off with my recent rant on my Other Blog about the National Women’s Soccer League. A must-read from Shea Butter FC: “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?” As someone with Mexican ancestry, these last nine months have been incredibly…
Now that we’re hurtling into the hellfire that is summer in North Carolina, I’m glad that I decided to extend my morning walks several weeks ago. My body has had time to get accustomed to the time and distance, which has made it possible for me to keep up my routine now that we’re getting…
For two nights in a row I’ve had a firefly come right up next to me and put on it’s lovely light show, as though it was specially assigned to me by the Universe. I honestly don’t know how one could have such an encounter and not believe in magic.
Several weeks ago, I was having a conversation with an east coast friend, and the Pacific Northwest music scene came up, which made me remember the Dharma Bums.
last saturday, i decided to stray from my usual 4-5 laps around the pond in favor of following the other greenway path. even though i don’t go that way as often, i enjoy that part of the greenway because it smells like i’m walking through an old book store. but on this day, as i…
Hello, remember me? The absolute goofball with a shit-ton of notes and ideas in my Notion notebook and index cards that I fully plan to turn into a post either here or there, but due to Many Other Things, I have had neither the time nor the mental energy to write about any of it. Remember her?
Well, I’m back. Feel free to clap or roll your eyes (or both if you’re that coordinated) at this point.