Category Archives: writing

one word is all it takes. shhh.

A single word can flood your mind with memories or dreams or disappointments. It might give you a warm, happy feeling or it might fill you with dread and despair. Hope. I’ve written about it here and here. Regret. Choice. I’ve … Continue reading

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I write because…

I write because I must. I have never tried to stop… probably because I know I couldn’t. And why would I want to? I write because it makes me happy. Reality can sometimes be a bit of a disappointment (understatement… … Continue reading

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why I am here.

Journals. Stories. Letters. I’ve been writing since I was a kid. For years, my writing was confined to notebooks and paper kept safely hidden in drawers and closets. [Sometimes forgotten and later rediscovered…] And for years, I only shared my … Continue reading

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apocalypse.

Autumn is kind of a downer. Fewer hours of sunlight. Trees and flowers slowly shriveling. Maybe I have seasonal affective disorder. We’ve had plenty of sunshine lately, though. And it was 74°F two days ago. In MA. Crazy. But now … Continue reading

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enjoy the now.

Suck it, Best Buy. Today is October 29th (Oh, I’m up late again… it’s the 30th). It is October. We haven’t even reached Halloween yet. Do you seriously think I want to see your Christmas ads on television already? Does this really … Continue reading

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jackpot.

During my first pregnancy, my husband and I renovated my ‘whatever’ room. I had to clear out before my son’s arrival. And we had to deal with those hideous not-really-peach-but-not-really-pink walls we had never gotten around to painting. They were … Continue reading

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feeling it.

This afternoon I read a story I wrote years ago, and for the life of me, I cannot figure out how I ever managed to get through it. It made me incredibly anxious. It’s a good thing – a piece … Continue reading

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sabotage.

When I was a kid, the focus on healthy eating was non-existent compared to today. In the aisles of the supermarket, my mom rarely said no when we asked for junk food. You may remember my aforementioned childhood love for … Continue reading

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