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Capital punishment.
Hello my friends. This is a long but important post. I hope you’ll read it through. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my values lately. In the course of my life, I’ve made many decisions that took me down this road or that one, but having been tossed by the waves for the… Continue reading
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They should be here.
Please give my friend Chrissi a read. Today would have been her daughter Sophie’s 12th birthday. Sophie and her little sister Madigan died in a fire 6 years ago, but Chrissi is bringing together the community to build a memorial park for her girls. Such beautiful girls. Such a sweet family. Life isn’t fair. 💔🎈💕… Continue reading
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Time and emotion.
A lot has happened lately and it’s weighing me down. I have to find a way to shake it off. Maybe a walk. Maybe a getaway. I’ve been in two accidents within a couple of weeks of each other. First time in almost 30 years I’ve had an accident. One was a true accident. My… Continue reading
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I am a River.
Strength in the depths. Strength in change. Ever moving, even when it wants to stop. I am a river, only it’s River with a capital R, because I’ve been known online as Riverpoet since … well, the 90s. My next tattoo will say that — “I am a River.” I’m trying to decide on the… Continue reading
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What do you want from life?
I hate cleaning, but I was cleaning today out of sheer necessity while unpacking some electronics. I tackled the dust as I went. As I went from task to task, I found myself clutching a white cloth that was getting progressively dirtier as I cleaned the entertainment stand and polished piece by black plastic-and-metal piece… Continue reading
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Listening to Annie
I found that I was constantly undercutting myself with my incessant perfectionism. I couldn’t get it right and was doing a lot of self-sabotaging. I don’t know why I do that! It isn’t like I haven’t been onstage before. I have sung in talent shows, played in jazz band, and performed with choirs. But playing… Continue reading
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Moving Day
I have a longer post in progress, but it is going to have to wait until my move is over. Right now I hurt in places I didn’t know I had. After I have finished moving. After I have slept, there will be more. Continue reading
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Ghosts of 9 years past
Some things have happened in the last week that have shown me just how raw we all still are. I have come to realize that I might have set aside my anger and resentment against my ex, but I have far from forgiven him. And the walls came down when his wife got bent because… Continue reading
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And nine years later…
I am still here. Still standing. But I really thought I wasn’t going to make it. On April 3, 2009, my 25 year old daughter Stephanie died of an (accidental?) overdose at the home of a friend, and everything in my world turned upside down. No — I mean it. That isn’t hyperbole. I lost… Continue reading
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The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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