A moment of silence, please. Another character from the stories of Love Earth Now has passed.
Thank you.
A neighborhood coyote stared
…Tag: writing
Juggling my hefty backpack on one hip and my over-stuffed, over-body bag on the other—my chiropractor would be appalled—I’m two blocks away when I hear him crying after me. After bobbing and weaving to balance my baggage, I manage to turn around. I am relieved to
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The box is here. It’s an ordinary-looking carton, bearing a simple shipping label. No brand or logo suggest the the contents, but I know. I can hear the thumping inside. Because it contains the outpourings of my own heart.
Writing, for me, is much like childbirth. There’s a lot of groaning, cursing and some leakage
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