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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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I submitted a children’s story for publication. It’s the first attempt I’ve made at publication in years. Like many writers, fear of rejection and impostor syndrome has kept me from making progress towards any writing goal. I was writing more than ever for work, and that left me feeling burnt out and uninspired. My writing…
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I thought I would never get married. I’ve always been slow to trust and even slower to love, and I didn’t think I could find someone willing to wait for me to develop feelings. And I was okay with that. I was happy being single. I was never lonely, as I had (and still have)…
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I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 in the spring of 2023. After over a decade of managing symptoms on my own, this diagnosis came as a relief. For years I lived with the fear of losing control of my mind and body, and saying and doing things I would regret. For years I had to…
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I’ve become a political poet. If the last few months have been good for anything, it’s inspiration. I’ve been spitting out poems about current events on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis. While most of those rough drafts don’t see the light of day, I deemed several decent enough to share on TikTok and this blog.…
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I’m thinking about moving my writing over to Medium. I’ve been writing on WordPress since 2017 and I’ve enjoyed growing my little community, but I feel like I’m not reaching the audience I was before. Part of this is due to the decline of blogging as an art form in general, but I can’t help…
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The balance between staying informed and staying sane is a fragile one. News cycles have become shorter and shorter until we are bombarded with an unending onslaught of bad news. I don’t think the human mind was ever meant to handle so much information coming from so many places all at once. It’s no wonder…
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When did humanity become so inhumane? Archaeologist Margaret Mead once famously said “The first sign of civilization is a healed femur”. In a time agriculture, when humans survived by hunting and gathering in a nomadic lifestyle, a broken leg would be a death sentence to someone trying to survive on their own. Someone with a…
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If I were a season I’d be winter. Not just because I was born in December, and not because physical appearance can only be described as “snowy”. It’s not anything so obvious and concrete. The connection is more of a feeling beyond reason. I don’t know if I can say that winter is my favorite…
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My great-great Grandmother lived to be 103. She was a remarkable and resilient woman who taught school in a one-room school house until she went blind at the age of 40. She raised her children mostly on her own, and she lived independently into her 90s when she put herself in a care home. The…
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I’ve been told I’m intimidating. This is a comment I’ve always found amusing because I am barely 5 feet tall, and only recently met the weight limit to donate blood. Perhaps this perception of my intimidating presence comes from my refusal to be intimidated by others. I’ve been afraid for my safety on several occasions,…
