After The Deadline

After the researching, drafting, editing, and dancing the final adrenaline-fueled dance with the deadline, you submit your writing.  Gone; out of your hands.  Your desk still looks the same, but there’s an eerie silence. . .except in your head. A writer can often feel lost or jittery, filled with anticipatory dread about the final edit,…

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Sentiment on Sentimentality

The thunder boomed directly overhead interrupting the writers’ group. All five of us gasped, then fell stone silent before continuing with our review.  Soon, the severe thunderstorm played with the power, the electricity escaping each of three lights in succession before they came back to full brightness, went out again, then came back on.  The…

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Pleas and Thank Yous

After my morning ritual of journaling the cobwebs from my head, stretching the cricks from my joints, then feeding my body tea, fruit and grain, I felt jaunty, ready to go. As I passed my desk, I noticed a text from an inner circle friend sharing that a mutual friend had suddenly passed away. Instinctively,…

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Spring Forward

Nature sprouts. People go outside their homes, put on shorts, take off shirts, dig in dirt, jump in water, and feel gleeful in the renewed warmth. After being cooped up, personal media shifts to in-person.  They look over fences, tender a wave, and greet on the street.  Maybe, just maybe, after their sequestration by winter…

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