Long embraces and less abbreviations.
I have a deep desire to share. I resist closed doors and blank walls. I love to write, but for two years all I can get down on paper are
Motherhood, my, my…
“Motherhood is like a far-flung ocean painted out in front of me. Endless space in all directions, but I can’t see what’s under my feet.” I sat out on
It’s got to have he(art).
………………………………………………………… notion Syllabification: no·tion Pronunciation: /ˈnōSHən / NOUN 1A conception of or belief about something: SYNONYMS 2An impulse or desire, especially one of a whimsical kind: ………………………………………………………… I tend
Things on paper.
I absolutely love idioms. Things like, Stay the course, and Keep your eye’s peeled. I love that they ring out from years and years of consistent historical change, but the expressions
Life of Pie & Corresponding Theories on Memory.
Over the last twenty years, I have collected hundreds of images. And in that time they have started to look different to me or to say something new. Either way, they
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Mustard Seed. (The light hitting the water: part two)
It doesn’t happen all the time, which is what makes it feel so good, I think. Despite all the noise in this busy world, things get very quiet. And I
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Whatever the reason. (or season.)
Prelude. One of the most wonderful things about writing is that you can look back on how you have been feeling, and how your perspective has changed. In the past
(R)ed (L)etter (R)esolve.
It is the last days of January, and if you are one of the 40% of folks that made a resolution, I hope that you are working to keep it.
A Travel (B)log: Changing lanes…
The apex of my circumstances these last few years have usually taken place behind the wheel of a car, or in the seat of an airplane; there is always and
…and now for something completely personal.
“There is a link between color & light and memory & feeling. And all instances are captured in one of them, or all of them, and those images stay forever engrained in the fabric of our days.
That photo that hangs on every refrigerator, in every house that you have lived in since college; its faded colors are no less vivid to you.
In your mind, there are no corners missing, and the yellow sweater that she was wearing hangs now in your own closet.
(Only you never wear it, because ironically, you don’t like to think of how much you miss her.)
Now that particular color yellow always makes you grin. And even though you never realize it, your lover does.
He watches with intense pride as the icing on your birthday cake (that same bright yellow) creaks across your face in a thin smile.
One of a million different smiles that you have, and no one realizes except him that it was for much more than just the wish you made.”
-Regan L. Beisenherz-
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