A Wish for My Daughter

My daughter turned twelve this week. I remember twelve.  Something about twelve made me want to linger. Maybe it was because I knew it was my last year before lurching into teenagedom. Somehow at twelve stickers and stuffed animals still…

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Get It Write

"I'm interested in doing your workshop but the idea of writing intimidates me..."  I've heard this often. It seems the very act of picking up a pen and relaying thoughts and feelings can become burly & threatening, like a school…

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In Need of a Get Together

I remember when I first heard the term 'inner child', I pictured a pouting toddler, curled forward, arms hugging her knees. She was crouched somewhere deep inside of me, behind my ribs, peeking through the gaps like they were slatted…

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