In the chaos of upended routines and travel and summer heat, words have been coming to me fast and wild, unplanned reflections and questions and poems born out of a swirling cacophony of new experiences and ideas crashing into old rhythms and assumptions. Like pouring from a full pitcher, each time inspiration struck the flowContinue reading “Some Light Blinds, Some Illuminates: I Once Was Right But Now I See”
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what does she call herself
I’ve been trying to muster the confidence to tell people that I’m a writer. I feel like such a phony even typing that sentence – a little kid playing dress up in her mother’s clothes. Pretending. Wishful thinking. The last English class I took was in high school. I have no formal training. Nothing published.Continue reading “what does she call herself”
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