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Category: Life Outside Writing

Being Real

This morning, I feel like being real. I mean, I’m always REAL. But I mean, the dirty bathroom kind of real, the shut your bedroom door so no one sees the mess kind of real. Some of the real grittiness of life people don’t…

Balance

I can always tell if my life is out of balance when my closet and my laundry room are a mess. My desk, though, my desk is ALWAYS a mess, and I like it that way. Because I feel like balance is an inside…

Forgotten Pieces of History

On my daughter’s Instagram, she wrote, “This world will remember us.” And I believe her. She is that kind of person. It begs to ask though, HOW do we go about remembering? Eight decades from now, when I am turning to dust, and her…