notes from a creative life …
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Have you ever wondered why seeds do what they do? Why they send their small sprouts toward the light? […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I didn’t plan to write these words today — I really didn’t. But this afternoon, in the middle […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Earlier this week, I wanted to say something to all of us ladies who lean into the bathroom […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Have you ever hoped for a sign? Me, too. Yesterday, though, I felt a different kind of hope — […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * This morning, while the living room was still full of warm morning light, I inked some words on a […]
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * The mockingbird warbling in the bush beneath my window — surely he never stops his mouth […]
This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * You can begin again anytime you choose — any old day of the week. But you can read these words today or perhaps tomorrow– until the rain falls or the river rises… Which is something to think about. ❤
This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * First things first: English teachers of the old-school Orthodox variety, gifted literary critics, and serious professors of poetry and the analysis thereof: for your own sanity, please avert your eyes. Okay then… * A few weeks ago, I had a funny conversation with my […]
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