I began journaling in my teens. It was always something we’d been encouraged to do by my mom growing up, but the practice didn’t grow beyond “Dear Diary” into something more substantial until I was nineteen years old. On the doorstep of adulthood, living solo across the ocean, and with my first true heartbreak in the books, I began needing…
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To Dump or To Drink?
I’ve been disgusted with humanity in the last year or two; with individuals, with groups, with organizations. There have been some major collisions that have caused me to experience soul concussions, and then many other bumps in varying degrees of severity that, as with a concussion, have actually been more dangerous than the original blow. I don’t like it. I…
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Reclaiming My Garden
In my corner of the world, flourishing gardens are a bold, lofty, and often, unrealistic idea. Because, deer. I’ve essentially given up on the flower gardens that surround our home. There are approximately four varieties of plants that the deer won’t eat, and so, that is what I grow. A whole garden filled with boxwoods, lavender, and geranium-based plants. But…
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Lighten the Load
A couple of mornings ago, I picked up my daughter’s backpack to move it from one room to another. I was shocked at the weight of it. For interest’s sake, I decided to see how much it actually weighed. First I weighed myself (and cringed, because quarantine baking and daily drinks are catching up with me). Then I put the backpack…
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Embracing the Darkness
I have been in great darkness. Actually, allow me to be more honest. I am in great darkness. Most of the time, you would never know it to see me. I choose joy. I fix my eyes on goodness. I cling to hope. I engage in loving kindness. I try to be careful with my words. But it’s all taken…
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