Free Fallin’, Captain Marvel Style

  I was a good girl. Loved my mama. Loved Jesus. And my boyfriend, too. (Never really crazy about Elvis, though.) But I digress. I’ve been living in my own Carol Danvers story, minus the alien abduction and the radical transition into a badass nuclear-energy fighting machine or some such. What I mean is, I’ve […]

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Cease, and then again Begin

I have this tendency, so I have been told, to ask my husband, Eric, if he can take the trash out, feed our son breakfast, or if he knows what time he’ll be home in the evening, before even saying “Good morning.” The sun is up, and my brain goes into chore mode, checking-off-list mode, […]

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Mother Time

I got out of bed at 9:30 a.m. today.  My husband had already fed our son and our two cats, showered, and gone to work. When my feet hit the floor and I grabbed my cell to see the time, I knew that my son, Asher, had likely been playing video games for an indeterminate […]

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Somewhere in the Distance

I’ve been taking an online workshop, mostly in preparation for trying to create one of my own. Now, cue the impostor syndrome, which kicks in…right…about…..now. Yep, right on cue. No sooner do the words “I want to teach my own workshop” or “have my own business” or “create something inspiring” leave the thought bubbles in […]

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Healing a Broken Heart

I have to come clean about something. I have spent a chunk of my winter break (six whole weeks) vacillating between despair and gratitude. It’s not that typical for me to be down around the Christmas holiday, but this year, I was feeling pretty low. With my semester grades due just a handful of days […]

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One Room at a Time

This is my first post of the new year, and I am surprised I made it to January 12 without putting together some thoughts for this little blog. When I am not steeping myself in British literature for the upcoming semester, I am often steeping in silence and stillness. However, I needed to get past […]

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It’s Time

On the recommendation of a good friend, I am reading The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs, the great-great-great granddaughter of Ralph Waldo Emerson. It’s a beautiful memoir about cancer and loss. You’d think this would be a depressing read but quite the opposite. Her tone is light, and her ability to tackle death with curiosity […]

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