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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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I come across my book addiction naturally. I grew up surrounded by stacked shelves, bending from the weight of bound paper. Ink runs through my veins instead of blood. Even now, as adults in the age of tablets, auto, and ebooks, my entire family is addicted to hoarding the printed word. Though we all have…
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For those of you who are somehow unaware, last week was the United States Presidential election. To say that this election cycle was stressful would be an understatement. For many of us, the candidates were uninspiring at best, and the stuff of dystopian nightmares at worst. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, many…
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It’s that time of year again. The time of year that all your writing friends annoy you with details about the novel they will write throughout the month of November. They may have spend all of October (aka Prep-tober) going over their writing schedule and outline, creating a calendar, and signing up for all sorts…
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Anyone who knows me knows these two things: I love to cook, and I love Autumn. In many ways, these two things go hand-in-hand. As the air gets colder, leaves change color, and harvest’s bounties pour into the market, appetites re-awaken for the holiday season. There is something about colder weather that makes you crave…
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What is it about autumn that makes us long for the past? Every year as the mornings grow colder, I find comfort in the changing leaves, cloudy days, and simple pleasures of bygone days. I sip on warm beverages while listening to old school jazz. I wear vintage jackets and sweaters as I take long…
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Sometimes life sucks, and it’s okay to say so. Those insipid, “inspirational” quotes that tell you that “Life is what you make it”, and “There’s no such thing as bad luck, just a bad attitude” are both insulting and untrue. Of course we shouldn’t always look for the downside of a situation, and we shouldn’t…
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I take the half-filled journal from my bedside; The leather cover is warm in my hands. The broken spine falls open on the table, displaying parchment pages the color of sand. My quill tip pen is newly filled after several month of sparing use. It hovers over the empty pages as I await my writing…
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I finally had the anxiety attack I had been expecting. With a global pandemic, an economic crisis, and a flood in my apartment, I am surprised I didn’t have a breakdown sooner. Those of you who follow my blog know that I have generalized anxiety disorder, which can (an has) triggered my depression, cPTSD, and…
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I can’t stay asleep. I can’t tell if it’s the dreams, my allergies, or my anxiety that have been causing me to wake in the middle of the night, or if it’s a potent combination of all of the above. The truth is, I think we are all having some anxiety about what is happening…
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I’ve never been more happy to be an introvert. After living my entire life in a society that places value on extroversion and social interaction, I have finally found an advantage for my natural introversion. Don’t get me wrong, I do like people as a whole; I’m not anti-social, I just have to do those…
