Happiness. It's relative.
Here’s what happens when you’re Freshly Pressed. You feel like the kid in 3rd grade who got the most Valentines back in the day when kids gave Valentines only to the people they liked and blew off the rest, not like now where every… Continue Reading “What It’s Like to Be Freshly Pressed”
The last day of the year calls for profound thoughts. It’s the custom on New Year’s Eve to be deep and reflective and then to wake up New Year’s Day a very clean slate, a blank slate waiting for the very first chalk line… Continue Reading “Ode to the Fried Egg Sandwich”
Yesterday at lunch I was trying to explain to a friend of mine how writing every day changes one’s day. “Because you’re always looking at things as potential blog posts?” she said. No, that’s not it. I tried to explain how writing every day,… Continue Reading “The Gift of Writing Everyday”
Every topic runs up a short, limbless tree that squirrels abandoned months ago in favor of leafier, greener, more intentional trees; every thought is stumped by what comes next, hesitation dries the well. _____________ 33 words inspired by my exasperation at my inability to… Continue Reading “On Why I Can’t Write Anything Decent Tonight”
It was inevitable that sometime during my 100 Essays in 100 Days project, I would get weak and either skip a day, pledging to make up the lost essay by doing two essays tomorrow, re-posting something that only six people read, betting that everyone… Continue Reading “Six Words”
“All you have to do is write one true sentence.” Ernest Hemingway’s advice to writers is legendary. One true sentence, that’s all it takes to get going again. “Write the truest sentence you know.” I’ve been stuck for weeks in my writing. I feel… Continue Reading “One True Thing”
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