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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
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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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I’m the one that I want.
This brief life is so sweet. Take a bite out of it. Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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