Re-Directed Anger: To All My Armchair Warriors

I was looking for my anger over the last few days, wondering why it wasn’t here.  Anger about my community.  About what we are all going through. To be honest, though, I speak from luxury.  I really do.  I didn’t lose a home.  I didn’t lose family or friends in the shooting.  I am still …

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From Bullets to a Fire

View from a mile down the road:   If you didn’t know, after my last post about the shooting, my community has since been on fire (I just got internet access back).  What a fucking week.  I went from a town vigil to evacuating Adam’s mom to then evacuating myself and my family.  Not to …

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When it Hits Home: A Shooting Next Door

Today when Adam left for work, we spent a long time in the doorway wrapped up in each other’s arms.  A long time.  An I-don’t-want-to-let-you-go amount of time. How fucking lucky am I that I still have him to hold onto, because some of my neighbors woke up without that gift. Some fathers today woke …

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Something about Dogs

I have been working on my book like a fiend.  Like some little witch nestled away, brewing her magic.  Which doesn’t leave much time for very nearly anything at all. That being said, I was thinking about dogs the other day.  About what they mean for adventure and for life.  I was thinking about my …

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Coffeeshop Musings

Alright.  We’ve figured out the source of my varying afflictions: I’ve got bronchitis.  Cheers. It certainly explains the foggy week I’ve had.  Not the best—and certainly it did not end as such.  However, I came home to find a ring-necked dove eating the chicken scratch laid out in my yard, and that was rather nice and …

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Well…it’s done.

I wrote a memoir for my thesis.  For five years, I've been writing a memoir for my thesis.  Even before I knew there would be a thesis I would write.  Re-written now three times, it has shaped the landscape of my life, and changed me for the better over time.  I am proud that it …

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Did you know that Quiet makes a Sound?

Hi friends.  Oi—it’s been a while.  My bad.  I finished Grad School and my over-fried brain just couldn’t cope with the idea of deadlines, writing, or anything that closely resembled either of the two.  I’ve missed you—your writings, your words, your images.  I’m excited to dive back into this loving little bloggersphere. This past week …

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