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Finally, some new words

As I've mentioned elsewhere, it's been a rough year when it comes to writing. It seems like people fall into two camps; there are those who used the weird ass year to inspire them, (or to hide within their writing), and those who fell all creativity drain away under their masks. I'm one of the… Continue reading Finally, some new words

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The smell of books and worn carpet

When I was about eleven, my mom worked at an autobody shop in the desert. On summer break I didn’t want to stay home, but I couldn’t exactly go to work with her, either. Fortunately for me, there was a library only a few blocks away from her work. She’d drop me off, fortified with… Continue reading The smell of books and worn carpet

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Your story matters too

September. The year has gone by in a strange haze. I’ve been baffled and befuddled, oftentimes despairing and despondent. And now, we head toward autumn, and I’m thinking tonight about stories. For all that we’ve had to remain at home, isolated and imprisoned to some degree by fear, both for ourselves and others, there remain… Continue reading Your story matters too