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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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I’ve been participating in NaNoWriMo for nearly a decade. Over the years, I wrote about NaNoWriMo on this blog. I first heard about this annual event in my creative writing class in high school. While the thought of writing an entire novel in a month felt daunting, the community aspect excited me. Writers from all…
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I bought a house yesterday. It remains to be seen if this is a commitment I am ready for, but the papers are signed, and money changed hands, so It’s too late to back out now. Over the last month we’ve been slowly packing up the apartment for the move. We’ve been taking everything box-by-box…
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My partner and I have been thinking about buying a house. There’s a little house in the center of town that’s been left empty for nearly 30 years. The house was built in 1905, then bought by a famous beauty school in 1965. As far as the county records show the building has been empty…
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I go through paper Like it grows on trees And I live in a forest. Putting pen to the page Is grounding in a way Typing is not. Paper grants the freedom To organize my thoughts Beyond the bounds Of pixels and bytes.
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Sometimes I am Ashley, and Sometimes Mae. I am one, I am none, I am both. My identity is complex and ever shifting with the seasons. Sometimes I am “Ashley”- the gifted middle child who overcame an unstable upbringing to become a successful business woman. Sometimes I am “Mae”- the impulsive creative with a Renaissance…
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I broke my pinky finger once. I didn’t break the bone, but I tore a ligament pretty badly which required me to wear a splint on for a few weeks. It happened when I was back in college, working full time as a night-shift janitor. I was sleep deprived, and distracted because my on-again-off-again boyfriend…
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Sometimes I find myself thinking “I should be working” in the middle of work. I’ll be in the middle of research, or designing a newsletter for a client when the thought strikes. Logically, I understand that I am working but it’s as if my inherited Puritan work ethic refuses to acknowledge anything enjoyable as being…
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I’ve long suspected that I’d never live by The word. The pen is not the sword that cuts My path. It hangs on the wall as mere decoration Because I lack what it takes to Become The warrior poet
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I always hated when people told me that adversity would make me stronger. I tried to believe it at first- that all the bad things that happened to me in my childhood and early adult years would make me a better person but it didn’t. A childhood full of poverty, abuse, and constant uprooting didn’t…
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I am going back to work. In November I quit my corporate job after 5 years working my way up the ladder. I gained a lot of valuable skills and experience in my time, and am truly grateful for the opportunities that job offered me. But, I don’t regret my decision to leave. After working…
Bringing Mae Flowers 