sidewalks (3) a theather

finding treasure

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on walking

walking on

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without imagination…

a private note

WHENEVER I READ a book, I always find my very own personal takeaway, a sentence or two that stands out to me, seemingly as if the writer meant the message just for me—like a private note. The author may not have even meant for that particular line or two to be one of the story’s takeaways, and therein lies the magic (of words, and reading books).

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grieving is hard work

a grief note

sidewalks (2) luna moth

pieces of treasure

LAST WEEK’S POST, sidewalks (1), was the first in what I’m hoping will be a series of short posts (if I can stick to my plan). You don’t have to read sidewalks (1), or look for my upcoming sidewalk posts (each Wednesday), but . . . I really hope you do.

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sidewalks (1)

all the sidewalks

The line I love you more than all the sidewalks in the world appears nine times.

The first time I heard this was when Sam, as a toddler, said it to me. It stayed with me. It was a funny thing to hear, an unusual measurement to use—sidewalks? But then, the sidewalk was our world; where we spent most of our time collecting acorns, bugs, sticks, stones . . .

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lipstick

graped-up

SOMETIMES, it’s the littlest, most ridiculous, almost unnoticeable things that help me to keep going:

receiving an unexpected text from an old friend;

watching a tiny lizard lapping water from a drop on the patio floor;

finding that perfect shade of lip color.

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recognition, a nice nudge

Today, I just learned my book Willower is a National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist (Grief category).

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evolving

blank

WHEN I BEGAN TYPING THIS (months ago), I didn’t want to overthink or over-edit it, but just type about that thing I was thinking about before I sat down. But every time I sit down to write, like right now, my brain turns to slush.

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Today is Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM) Awareness Day 2.28.24


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