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Love Letters

I'm starting back up with this nonsense and enjoying it very much. Scattering these little notes around, hoping to widen their reach over time.   Here's how I imagine it:   You are walking around town and stop to tie your shoelace. Or maybe you're at a quirky coffee shop with a friend and drop your pen between the cushions of a sofa. Or maybe you are looking for a book at a library, or waiting at a bus...

Roll of Thunder

I'm queasy. Feeling a little sick to my stomach right now, and it has nothing to do with those damn iron pills my doctor wants me to take. Tonight, while doing research for a paper I have to turn in tomorrow (I know that smells of procrastination, but it isn't--we have papers due every week), I came across a fascinating, haunting piece of literature. My hands are trembling. This thing shook me. I nearly cried.   I want...

Land of the Fearful

I see it now. I get it. And I agree. The ban. The wall. It all makes sense.   My daughter came home yesterday complaining about rumors that her school's annual 8th grade field trip to the Holocaust Museum had been cancelled. When I asked why, she said that apparently some students from her school had been disrespectful on previous trips to the museum and her principal didn’t want to run the risk of having students from...

Uncommon Courtesy

A couple of days ago I found myself (as I do pretty much every day of my life) on the highway. I hadn't bothered to check my GPS for traffic before getting on, but since I was early to my appointment, I didn't mind it too much when I came over a hill to discover a seemingly endless line of brake lights. It was stop-and-go for what felt like five miles but was probably closer to just half...

You and I

One week ago, I woke up feeling great. Proud, hopeful, safe. Ready to take on the world.   By the end of the day, however, those feelings had crumbled to dust, and over the past seven days I have felt as if I'm in some kind of alternate universe. Everything looks distorted. Up is down, down is up, and nothing makes sense.   Now, I've never been one to stay down in the dumps for very long--I've gotten pretty good at...

Drawing Connections

You know how some people are good with names and others are good with faces? Well, some people aren't good at either. That's me. I never would have made it as a waitress, and it's a good thing I never tried.   For years I have told myself that I am not a people person. My justification for this is based on the intensity of physical discomfort I feel when placed in social situations. There was a time when I...

How Donald Trump Inspired Me

I've been thinking quite a bit lately about my purpose in life. I know that it is to write. I've known that for a long time, actually. My problem is that I don't yet really know what it is I'm supposed to write. Today I got a little closer.   This afternoon, I met with my creative-pal-slash-writing-buddy-slash-muse, Shayne. We each went to separate corners of her house to work in silence, and I decided to freewrite by...