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Swimming or Treading Water
Some days I don’t know what to say. I wish I could find words but they seem hidden from me. I am a blank slate. I hate everything I put on paper. Wait, this isn’t paper… I decided to detox facebook for a few days. My brain feels like mush. I probably made it that Continue reading
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The Final Mystery of Words
Clickety clack clickety clack. The sound is a familiar one. The sound of a brain and heart attempting to engage the world around her. The sound of trying. She stops. “What are you doing?” That cold and tired voice begins, “Why are you still trying? You have no credentials. You keep writing in Continue reading
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We Only Need Two Wings
I am sorry if my posts seem sermon-ish lately. I think I go through phases in my thinking, and it reflects in some kind of pattern here on this site. Today I was thinking about how I used to really judge people’s mistakes and spend a lot of time trying to avoid sin. I would Continue reading
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When I Can’t Stand Reading the Bible
I’ve read a lot of random books in the past few weeks. I gritted my teeth as I read about Aron Ralston cutting through his arm to save himself from his boulder prison in Between a Rock and a Hard Place. I LOL-ed constantly at David Sederis’ wit in Me Talk Pretty One Day. I Continue reading
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Even If This Is the Zombie Apocalypse
I was talking to someone the other day about grief. I was relating my experience in India, and while I had seen tragedy before, something about it changed me, struck me deeply. Even as I write this, it seems almost silly if I try to compare. I have always been at an arm’s length from true Continue reading
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Meager Wednesday Words
today I know I have something to say but I don’t know how to say it (seems to be the story of my life) raging words and silence but no more I stand under the shower and hot water pounds on my mind and slowly beckons the rhythm and meter and then Continue reading
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As I Grow Into These Things
I have had a few memorable birthday moments. Anything before my teenage years is mostly a blur. I remember my 5th birthday because there is an old VHS of me wearing my burgundy flowered shift and an awful mullet-ish haircut. My dad dressed up like a clown, a creepy clown from 1990. My friend Hannah Continue reading
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Slowly, I Open My Eyes
“Open your eyes wide,” he says intensely, lovingly. I don’t look at him. My tears are hot, formed by some unknown frustration and anger. He knows me. Well. We’ve had this conversation more than once. It used to be often. Not lately though, lately I’ve been fine. But something made it’s way into my soul, Continue reading
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Let Me Tell You A Story
I am sitting down to write this morning because that seems to be the way I get my lungs and heart to work. Writing sometimes feels like riding a stationary bicycle. You approach it with resistance, maybe a little boredom. You don’t really feel like you are getting anywhere, but later you feel the ache Continue reading
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Windows Are Rolled Down
Last night I was driving back from work. I enjoy my shift, starting at 3:30 and getting off at 11:30. I never have to sit frustrated in bumper to bumper traffic. Especially when I get off and midnight is approaching, it is a different world. I roll my windows down. This, my soundtrack: The lights Continue reading
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