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My Superhero: Procrastination!

Hi. My name is Carolyn and I’m addicted to a number of things. Facebook for starters. It’s akin to crack (no judging. just guessing). I ferret around and get lost in its wormholes. It’s fascinating at first until I start … Continue reading

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Words have kept me whole.

I’ve written more unshared pages than I care to count. Those raw, rare and full of death-life words encapsulated without structure — Fragments of sand left behind from a lost shell. Words have kept me whole. Those very thoughts were … Continue reading

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Snapshot of a morning.

My morning often unfolds in layers. First, coffee by the window. Kids arrive slowly. Breakfast is a cursory obligation. Lunches deftly made and packed. I hear an increase of scurrying. A slip of laughter, a drop of a hairbrush, someone … Continue reading

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I took my words for a stroll.

I had to take my words for a stroll today. Out of my mouth and along a river’s edge. We gathered under the tallest of trees. Robins and Meadowlarks sang Celtic songs and dragonflies danced along. We walked away from … Continue reading

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It was a dream: Just do you.

“Just do you” – came through in a dream last night. I vaguely remember the rest except for a lot of feelings. Of course, I thought I’ll remember, “Just do you” in my semi-sort-of-not-really-awake-space-at-the-earliest-part-of-non-sunrise. “Shhh, let me sleep.” But thoughts … Continue reading

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Love speaks in actions.

I might have to write, when the sun settles into the curve of shadows dancing on walls. I might have to calm the creases and distill my heart’s song. The serendipitous nature of prose, touches tangential streams of harmony. Love … Continue reading

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I write because it is me.

I write. I write by moonlight or through horrendous storms. I write in journals, on the backs of envelopes, and scraps of paper. Small lined notepads are drizzled throughout the house, bed, car and my purse. Thoughts come in while … Continue reading

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