In the hospital again.

Love is a painful process.   Obvious, not new information, but as real as crawling across the overflow of needles from the sharps boxes on your bare hands and knees when you are staying with your sick child.  I consider myself incredibly lucky, because my husband and I trust the surgeon who is in chargeContinue reading “In the hospital again.”

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Seasonal symptoms

Nightmares that tear at the fabric of sleep days lost to depression at the hatred in speech news of no relevance or negatively biased pessimism reigning over hope’s tender blossoms. I remember the tears flowing freely last year as we watched a new president’s inaugural address how much have we lost in the days sinceContinue reading “Seasonal symptoms”

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Navigating the stream

Writing at home full-time is a dream of mine.  I realize it’s a dream shared by millions, if not billions, of people and very few have the privilege of living it.  You need a benefactor, or a windfall of money, to sustain yourself financially and that’s if you’re only trying to support yourself.  In additionContinue reading “Navigating the stream”

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Living with a writer.

This is what it can be like when you live with a writer.  I sent this text message to my husband a couple of days ago.  I’m a shameless gusher, embarrassed, but shameless. Text Message to My Husband I love you. Stating it risks redundancy, but you who have loved me through all the rough,Continue reading “Living with a writer.”

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Writing time

I’ve been reading a lot of quotes lately from writers about finding time to write.  The consensus seems to be that “real” writers spend time, significant time, every day, working.  You can read books, blogs, magazines, and find thousands of distractions but if writing is your life, you devote yourself to it .  That meansContinue reading “Writing time”

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