The Story
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Dirty dogs and sweaty men.
A time in which my body is returning to life, my house is in complete chaos, and my little yellow house is getting a makeover. Continue reading
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What is peace of mind worth?
What is really next for me? What can I do to be the most happy in this next phase? Continue reading
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The funny thing about inner peace.
It’s all on me. Misstep or miracle. I’m in this by myself. Continue reading
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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
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
