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Continue reading →: on sitting aimlesslyWatching my children watch planes leave the Lakeland Airport. A joyful, aimless sit. Instead of meeting my goals, this month I have been collecting hours sitting aimlessly in my rocking chair, reading books and staring at the birds. Last week, while sitting aimlessly, I watched a bald eagle land on…
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Continue reading →: the word of the year is riskThe back roads to Eatonville take a little longer, but instead of the dreadful accordion traffic of I-4, the road is smooth going. There are glimpses of homes tucked behind trees, trampolines and freshly trimmed shrubbery. Hints of lives lived. At the time, I had recently stopped drinking coffee and…
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Continue reading →: Out SickWatercolor of Bonnet Springs Park. 10.19.25 Today, I begin by taking a misty walk around the lake just after sunrise. For three days, I have been trapped by the perimeter of my yard. Everyone is sick, and although I am beginning to feel the ache of illness in my body,…
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Continue reading →: 20,000 Steps to Writing a NovelI wrote a book. It is a very bad book, with plot holes and typos and major issues with the P.O.V., but I wrote a book. I typed the last line on Monday, just after the sun went down and the mosquitoes came out. I started it last October, thinking…
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Continue reading →: Was it a cult, or?Recently, an old pastor of mine went on a podcast and admitted that the discipleship program I had participated in was more of a cult than a college. He said, “When I looked up that definition, and when I finally one day sat in my house and I broke it…
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Continue reading →: Angry Woman, Where Aren’t Thou?
My mother is a midwestern woman. A landlocked, rural woman from birth to what should have been death, except that at 34, her husband, in following whatever voice most sounded like God’s, took her East. In the East there were fewer silos reaching up than there were shores pulling out,…
