The Story
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How I spent my life.
Right now, stories about Nick Reiner are everywhere—news articles, podcasts, comment sections filled with certainty. Watching them has shaken me more than I expected. They have pulled me back into a place I know too well. Parents argue online about what Rob and Michele Reiner should have done differently, as if love were a lever… Continue reading
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Is it black or is it blue?
When a parent dies, all the chances to resolve things die with them, no matter where their soul ends up. (Featured image: Adobe AI) Continue reading
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The magic number is…
As each of us ages, we have some big, complicated decisions to make. From the age of 15 (almost five decades now), my biggest decisions were where to work, how much salary my work was worth, did the company offer stock or stock options, was there a match for the money I put into my… Continue reading
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Monday morning surprise.
The term does not determine the course. Continue reading
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The trouble with religion.
I am usually quite private about my faith, because I’m either scoffed at or proselytized to. I don’t like either. I just like the relationship I have personally with a God of my understanding. He gets me through tough days, existential crises, and fascist regimes. I hope you have something that helps you, too. Continue reading
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Time may change me.
But you can’t trace time. Lots of things have changed for me in a month’s time. I’m growing tired, really, of talking about my health, but it has been the one thing that has been in my face for the last almost twenty years of my life. I can choose to ignore, or I can Continue reading
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A fresh start.
It’s a new year and a great time for a fresh start. I’ve called this the year I finish the memoir, in the hopes that it will inspire me to move past the things that have me blocked. It isn’t that I haven’t made a lot of progress; it’s that I haven’t put all my Continue reading
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An ode to Cassidy.
Sometimes we love our heroes to death, literally. Continue reading
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Death comes for everyone.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee. – John Donne Continue reading
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Slow going but still, progress.
The women have always been complicated. Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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