Little Bird

I was walking on my break just a few minutes ago and I found a beautiful little bird sitting on the concrete walkway in front of the mattress king. He looked like he was on a beach or something—just looking around inquisitively, so innocently, so present.  I felt his vulnerability in that moment. I wanted [...]

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Writing Again

I feel like writing today. Everyone keeps bringing this up—write! You like to write!  Why don’t you write more! I’ve wondered the same thing a lot recently. Why have I not been writing more? What am I afraid of? Hmmm… that’s a very interesting question.  It’s funny that fear just popped right out of that [...]

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