When I first started writing, I felt like Jo March up in the garret scribbling furiously–but never showing my words…
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the story of a generation
Throughout the generations, civilization’s story has been passed on verbally, carved in stone, and scratched in pen and ink. Sometimes…
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of Five Minute Friday and rules that were made to be broken
Some rules were made to be broken. Especially when it comes to writing prompts and blog link-ups like Five Minute…
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of writers and being present
There’s a lot of talk these days about being fully present in every situation. Put away the smart phone, just…
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composting words
The post ideas come when I can’t write them down. Long drives on curvy roads. Watching little curls bounce in…
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Bare
When I write, I bare my heart. I set down my thoughts and my feelings, my fears and my failures. …
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voice
Last Friday, their black and white words came alive when I heard each voice read her own creation aloud. With…
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connect
There are days when I can’t even connect the dots of my own feelings enough to know what I’d say…
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the blank post
Sometimes I open up a new post and start typing but realize I don’t really know what I’m trying to…
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of story
Sometimes, writing our story is the best way to focus on the good memories. Other times, writing out our story…
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story
I can hear them from my spot at the kitchen sink. All three girls piled on the bed, the oldest…
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signing my name
I sign my name at the bottom of every letter I write. But it still feels a bit strange to…
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