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On Writing Us Home

On Writing Us Home

—Reflection on finishing a novel Some stories are harder to write than others. Some truths are harder to face. In this reflection, I share what it feels like to write through grief, shame, and hope—through the characters of Not According to Plan (working title). “Can...
Sounds of Healing

Sounds of Healing

In the silence, dog licks her paw. “She’s going to make me pay for this for a while,” he says. She licks. A nail clipped too short, a swath of blood on hard, wood floor. Yesterday, his worried look as I walked through the door. Today, concerned words breaking the...
On Throwing Off What Hinders

On Throwing Off What Hinders

Throw off everything that hinders… Will I ever stop being nervous before I’m asked to say a few words to a room full of people? Sorry if I sound like a broken record, but… Will I ever stop second guessing the words written with tears, and an open, raw heart, just...
On Winning the Race

On Winning the Race

  Well, we all can’t be winners, can we, or can we? I guess that depends on which race we’re running. 🏃🏿🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏻‍♀️ Whichever race, we need to train, and we all know, a good coach is a good gift.  Yesterday morning, Fannie and I stepped out our front door early to find...
Which Way Home?

Which Way Home?

There’s a place set apart, where transformation awaits. Birch leaves shimmer, hinting at treasures—golden wisdom just one breath, one breeze, away— as one maple tree blazes a flame of red, as an unexpected guide with wings appears, reigniting something in me,...

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