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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
When friendship nourishes the soul
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photo credit Be welcome. Be warm. Be at home. These are the words hanging just outside her red door in the hallway. We step in and ...
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Monday, February 25, 2013
Unscripted
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I chose my word for the year as a 'should,' a way of scripting for myself what this next year will hold and distancing myself from t...
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Just Write: Drum beat
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He moved us to the beat of his drum, and so for us, that took us from Phoenix to Portland; from Portland to Richland; from Richland to St. H...
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
Five-Minute Friday: Beloved
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I'd be lying if I said my first thought when I see them, when I smell them, when I hear them, is most often Beloved . The man who st...
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Just Write: Human paint splatters
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photo credit Some days at work, my head spins with all the colors of personalities splattered or brush-stroked like paint on the canvas ...
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Saturday, February 9, 2013
Threads of a life
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photo credit We like our huevitos on Sunday mornings, scrambled with onion and serrano and crispy tortilla strips. Tapatio is a staple ...
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Friday, February 8, 2013
Five-Minute Friday: Bare
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photo credit I collect bare ones, as one collects precious stones or shells in the sand. The ones that have weathered the pounding of...
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