It is said that birth, the coming out of an infinite world and into this finite one, is painful — not only for the one \’giving birth\’ but for the one experiencing it. In most situations, such a description refers to a mother from whose womb a babe arrives. One way or the other — via birth canal or surgery — there is pain, shock, and loss for both mother and child. Is it not so for other types of birth? Most assuredly. But what has been given in birth? Think of it: cocooned in space and time, dreaming of…
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Yep. Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes fame) sums up how I feel about 2022 right here. I said to at least four people yesterday that I\’m already tired of \’22. The holidays are typically not easy but between Christmas and now has been a seeming never-ending slew of bad news. Between losses of life and health challenges, along with my own interesting health experience earlier this month that has resulted in an anxiety disorder diagnosis, it\’s been just a barrel of laughs (cue sarcastic resting face here). My real reaction after the yelling is to say that God\’s got something…
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I indicated that I would post on Facebook, perhaps once per year. I offered that tidbit right around New Year\’s Day, 2021. I asked that people not post in reply or on my feed through the year, since I wouldn\’t be checking it much, if at all. Imagine my chagrin when I popped in there to 1) changed my photo and 2) check in on a writing group or two that seemingly don\’t exist anywhere else … and found a litany of posts on my thread. I guess y\’all thought I was kidding. I grew tired of the fakery and…
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I decided today would be my day to write out a few Christmas cards. In case you aren\’t on my regular list, here is the letter I\’m including in the cards of people to whom I usually send a yearly update. December 2021 By the dating of this short missive, I am sure you can believe that I can’t believe it’s already Christmas. When I do send out cards, it’s usually sooner than a couple days before, but it’s been a full year and time got away. For those who were unaware, I basically left social media in 2020. It…
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\’Sure you don\’t want a ride?\’ We\’d been walking for weeks and he hadn\’t said a word until now. \’Nah, but thanks kindly.\’ I wanted a ride, but it just felt weird, especially since he\’d just started talking out of the blue like that. Maybe if he hadn\’t done that, I could have given it some thought. I might have asked for a ride, if he hadn\’t spoken. He looked at me out of the corner of his large right eye. The sun glinted off the brown iris, accusing me of not accepting the gesture. \’I mean, I wouldn\’t mind.…
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I stood quietly with sticky palms from the juice that dripped from the hunks of fruit I held. If you stay quiet, they\’ll come to you the locals said. And don\’t be afraid. They know when you\’re scared. My Nana told me the story long ago about how her friend had died after seeing demons that no one else could see. She told me about her sister who on her deathbed had asked the others in the room if they could see the angels she was seeing. Nana said it with such calm, I could do nothing. Except believe her.…
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In 2004, I was in the basement, working away on some music mix or other, putting song sets on floppy discs for later burning onto CDs, downloading from sources that will go unnamed here but that were sort of okay then. It was before we had a mad panic to move from that house, which was likely only standing thanks to walls filled with squirrel nests (and carcasses — yes, a few had died in there, likely babies who could not yet navigate the narrow beams and thus plummeted to untimely rodent deaths where we could not retrieve and mourn…
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Well, that didn\’t take too long. Did a bit of tidying, updated some site images, and voila! I invite you to check out the Quill Has Landed page. As a matter of fact, bookmark it. That\’s where you\’ll find the published stuff. I\’m prayerful in the coming months that there will be more to see. I\’ve left it reader-friendly (took down those \’look at me\’ cover shots … ew. Why\’d y\’all let me do that?) and you can click on the links to access the sites where these items are available. The Amazon link will take you to my author…
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Here\’s the thing: When I ditched my \’starvingactivist.com\’ URL in favor of this one, I guess I put the new (or gnu, as it were) flower in the old, nasty water from the old vase. In other words, I slapped a new coat of paint on the rusty fence. Or something. My point is that spring cleaning is coming. For anyone who wandered over from the old site to this one, you know I would have my moments and bam! new layout. Yeah, that. And I know it\’s not spring but you get the gist: the pages, they are a\’changin.…
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Hello? … One. Representative. No, that\’s not — okay, I\’ll hold. Yes. I was transferred — what? No, no, none of the options — okay, I\’ll hold. Hi. What? You can? Okay, I\’ll try to explain. I can tell you — what? Well, who do I — okay, I\’ll hold. Yes, hello? Is this the — I did that, yes. One. I pressed it three transfers ago. What? No. The first one was — huh? The ad said to call if — but it shouldn\’t matter. Can you take the information? Online? Why does it say to call if I…