I have not fallen off the map. Over the last few months, I’ve been fleshing out writing ideas that go beyond one blog post. And when I’m working on something, I squeeze all my energy in that direction, tunneling my vision as if aiming at a bull’s eye. In our house, we call it the “Pit Bull” mentality. Once I sink my teeth into a project or responsibility, I hold on, expending time and resources...
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“The vulnerability required to be open and creative is a vulnerability that puts our creativity at risk.” Julia Cameron, The Right to Write The past couple of weeks, I’ve craved sleep. But somehow, it has eluded me. And then, so much news from the world presses in too, a heaviness that pushes my eyelids further down by the weight of it. If not for faith and a hope that does not dissappoint, I...
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I scanned hundreds and hundreds of #write31day-ers, scouring contributor websites just for you, and came up with this collection. Getting Your Brave On: ...
Read More“When leaning into the Spirit, it is not process of mere hearing and then being okay. It is always the work of receiving.” Amber Haines, A Wild in the Hollow Rarely, a book comes along captivating you with exquisite imagery. In poetic tones, Amber Haine’s Wild in the Hollow, raptures the creative brain and compels it to fall in love with words, writing, and telling a story with richness. Whether...
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Ya’ll, I wrote about life after legwarmers and let me tell you, my “research” to refresh my memory back to the day (because hello, decades ago), was nothing short of eye soreness. Videos of what I used to know about health, exercise, and fashion made me cringe and laugh at the same time. From our remote and cell-phone-less cabin in the Kiamichi Mountains of south-eastern Oklahoma with the provided grill...
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On this farm, I’ve looked myself in the eye and didn’t like what I saw. I’ve wondered and asked like a child, ‘How long?’ I’ve watched days turn into years. I’ve wanted to bury myself under covers, stay all the live-long day, and dream of by-gone days in Indiana or Kentucky. I’ve shrieked at Rat Snakes climbing pecan trees. I’ve swept thankfulness out the broken, back door. I’ve been a stiff-neck-er, as...
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