Category: writer.

doing the little things I can, making small steps forward with my health, rejoicing in simple but perfect blessings . . . grateful for my smurf life.

If I could tell the world just one thing It would be we’re all okay And not to worry because worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won’t be made useless Or be idle with despair I’ll gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear. My hands are…

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changes.

As y’all can see, things are different here today, and, after saying for so long that I wouldn’t be a chronic illness blogger, I’ve realized that it is time to let go of those ideas. When I was reading through my friend Sara Frankl’s book, Choose Joy, a few weeks ago, she wrote this about…

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i believe.

i believe in loving my people – two and four legged – big, with all of my might. i believe in being kind, to humans and animals and the earth. i believe in giving, whenever i am able, of my time, care, and resources. i believe in grand adventures and weenie dogs and road trips…

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a tale of two books.

I’ve been in deep for the past four or five days with two books about death – one wonderful book I read while researching my own book and another one a true crime read that also gutted me, saying goodbye to a writer I adored way too young.  It started when I decided to finally read…

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so so grateful.

When I shared my previous post on Facebook, I had to laugh and tell everyone that I felt like the April Fools was on me, because, as sure as I wrote it all, my CRPS launched into a full pain crisis and has stayed there. I still meant – and mean – every word of…

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writer life. 🖤

I’m in the midst of writing a LONG post – that I expect to finish after a fabulous outing tonight. It’s taking quite awhile – and it’s going to set some folks hair on fire. But you know what? My dreams growing up were to be a writer and to work for social justice. And…

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