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Archival practices and a new writing-related journey
Hello dear readers, I write to you from my office, an incredibly large coffee on the desk in front of me. This week was a large coffee kind of week for a number of reasons, mainly because it was so tumultuous. But here I am at Sunday morning, with the entire day stretching out before…
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Big changes, finding where I fit, and closing the circle
Hello dear readers, I write to you from my kitchen desk, my new basil & pear candle¹ burning next to me. Today² was a blur of new things to learn, new people to meet; it was also a reminder of how much I loathe fluorescent lighting. The fluorescent lighting was not my idea, though it…
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Things won’t always go according to plan
Hello dear readers, I write to you from our kitchen with rain pouring down outside. It feels very much like spring has gone back into hiding, leaving us in the middle of February once again, despite the equinox having happened over a week ago now. Things are all mixed up here as well, and this…
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A new way of sharing & documenting my writing / a collection of thoughts
Hello dear readers, I write to you from my kitchen desk on what feels like the first day of spring (despite it still being winter). It’s late afternoon and the sun is shining through the windows onto my back, and I would love nothing more than to lie down in a patch of sun and…
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Nothing matters as much as you think it does
Hello dear readers, I write to you from my kitchen desk, a hand-rolled beeswax candle burning nearby, along with my second cup of caffeinated¹ coffee in hopes that I can kick the migraine I woke up with. The migraines have, thankfully, been fewer and further between, but they’ve come back with force these past couple…
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Finding water & first drafts
Hello dear readers, I write to you from the kitchen table, while outside rain thunders down, the heaviest it’s been in a long time. Both cats are perched at the top of the table, soaking in the heat from the vent that sits below, and I have a teacup of decaf¹ earl grey in an…
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Looking ahead to the new year: waking with the sun & writing like Hemingway
Hello dear readers, I’m writing this to you from my kitchen table. Out the window, rain thunders down, and inside, Christmas oldies play from the television while a pine candle burns beside me. I spent the morning crafting handmade presents for a few close friends and family, and am now settling in to read and…
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Showing up as myself & making art again
Hello dear readers, It’s been a little while since I’ve done a life update, and so much has happened even in the past little while. I think, going forward, I’d like to make these a bit more regular—maybe around the same time each month, or maybe not. But more regular than they have been! That’s…
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No longer in the mountain’s shadow
Hello dear readers, Now that I’m sitting down to write this, I’m not sure where to start. Everything that’s been eddying in my mind all day seems to have drained away. I guess I can begin by saying that a sheet of rain just came out of nowhere, thundering against the roof. It’s only four,…
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Amber rivers & turning toward light
Hello dear readers, Autumn is really setting in here. When I look out my window, I see the far mountain range above the treetops; it seems as though the leaves turned all at once, amber rivers running through the pines. It’s Monday, and while I had planned on getting some work done this morning, I…
