Behind the Bully

I’ve been reading too many stories about bullying recently. Shocking tales of young people driven to distraction by relentless torment. Heart crushing accounts of teenagers posting videos on YouTube detailing their harassment and hours later taking their own lives. It's…

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“Who Still Serves Consomme?”

Last week I wrote about holding onto conflicted feelings and my best friend, Karen, shared this beautiful response: [quote]I just spent two hours ripping through dusty boxes from a storage unit that we finally emptied after ignoring it for seven…

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Me and My Shadow

Walking with my dog, Lilly, in the sunshine this week, I noticed our shadows strolling in front of us … attached… dark faceless companions paving our way. I began to reflect on the word ‘shadow’ and how it’s been showing…

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Something New

I learned something new last week. Stand-up paddleboarding. It's one of those beguiling activities I've admired from afar and thought to myself that it looked simple enough. Not much to it. Stand. Paddle. Glide across the surface of the water…

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Let’s Be Honest

Honesty can burn your tongue. Like slurping a hot soup infused with chilies, the aftermath can sting. Especially when you have been brave enough to speak a truth that feels easier to conceal. But honesty can also rejuvenate. It can…

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Some Like it Hot

Someone close to me went to an earth shift sweat lodge this week. It sounds uncomfortable doesn't it? Apparently it is. This isn't a luxury, sanitized sauna at a four-seasons resort. This is the real deal. You and twenty other…

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Welcome to Wavering

There's a distinct difference between writer's block and writer's blah. Writer's block is dense. Brick. Concrete. Slab. Writer's blah is foggy. Murky. Swampy. Slump. Writer's block is hard to miss. It's the desolation of a blank page. A flashing cursor…

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Wait Here

I've been sitting here for a while now pondering the blank screen. It's not a comfortable feeling - waiting. But it's also not an unfamiliar one. I feel like I spend a lot of life waiting. Waiting for the oven…

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Singing in the Street

It was a rare occasion to be collected from school by my father. My sister and I had a half day. My dad picked us up and took us out to lunch. I might have been ten. I don’t remember…

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A Question In The Air

I'm back. Extrordianry how disconnecting for a week can leave you feeling so much more connected. My computer is still acting skittish though. Maybe he doesn't trust me now. Lilly, my dog, is behaving a bit oddly as well. I've…

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