The Story
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What dreams may come.
“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil may give us pause.” – Hamlet, Shakespeare Continue reading
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Inner child, inner self.
Peace starts within; do not seek it without. – Buddha Continue reading
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A headful of thoughts.
Something is changing in me. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m approaching a year of being “cancer-free” (no evidence of disease) or if it’s something else. Getting older, maybe? My 60th birthday is rapidly approaching, which will mark 2 years since I started cancer treatment (my first chemo was the day after Continue reading
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The muse is silent as the tomb.
The old adage is true: If you die, work doesn’t care. They’ll find someone to replace you by next week. But you only have this life. You have to make the most of it. Continue reading
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Jude and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week.
Because some weeks deserve to be erased instead of wrecking your own sense of self-worth. Continue reading
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It isn’t done with me yet.
Being a survivor means you have to keep surviving, no matter what life throws at you. Continue reading
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Dancing in the 80s.
Every now and then, particularly when I’m feeling my age, I need to refill myself with some of my favorite music from my youth. Continue reading
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Some shade of gray.
When you have children, you set your sights on creating a perfect human being. After all, you have some idea of control – that if you shape them and mold them just right, they will turn out to be perfect (just like you?). You determine that you will do things right, because you have a Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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