personal essay
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Today
A little bit of heartburn. A desire to write a story. Tired. Sitting at a coffee shop for another 10 to 15 until I go to a book club at church. Something I internally want to scoff at. Who do I think I am? An old voice losing a battle to something new and less… Continue reading
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Lying in a Bed of Ants
I brought a large blanket and laid it out. I sat down and began thinking—about nothing in particular, nothing of interest. It was more of a noticing: green clouds of pond growth blooming to the surface, a swan bobbing for fish, trees, light green and white, shimmering in the wind, a blue sky. There was… Continue reading
