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At the end of a very long week
I have decided to end the week like I begin it. Or how I hoped to begin the week. At Starbucks, drinking coffee, writing. One activity I know brings fulfillment and hope for me. Of course, this week was different. It didn’t begin with writing and planning and organizing. It began with a phone call.…
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Voices Are Found
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been told the importance of finding one’s voice as a writer. Find your voice they say. then people will really hear you. or beat down your door. or will see the authentic you. I’ve always taken these instructions to heart. I’ve always tried. Always writing in…
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The Write Space
Where do you imagine yourself working? What does your workspace look like? What a question. I don’t know I thought. Since I was going to be a writer, I molded the space to my imagined perfect place. On the white paper I outlined a room with black ink. Spartan The room was empty. A desk.…
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I Write Because I Breathe
I have always been a writer. I haven’t always been a storyteller. In the 7th grade, I had to write a report for my Social Studies class. It was one of those reports that seemed to take forever to write: like a whole two or three pages. I was in the library looking through encyclopedias…