Writing for coping and self-reflection, fueling growth through self-discovery
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Ode to Myself
(a poem) This was not supposed to be how I made my bed Sometimes I wish I was better off dead “Laying in it, is the punishment” they said I have to look back every time I lay my head.
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Confessions of an Anxious Introvert
Hiking with the group, Silver Star, Washington “I wish you weren’t working next weekend; I want to go hiking with you.” I said to my partner David as we drove home from skiing on a Sunday evening. Driving through the half-snow-covered mountains of Mt. Hood, I could see the pull offs and trailhead marker…
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Our BMFF’s (Best Mom Friends Forever) and Why it Takes a Village
(a short essay) It wasn’t until I moved across the county, away from everyone and everything I knew, that I realized how challenging it was without my tribe of friends. I often miss the days when the kids would be bored on a weekend or a summer day, and we could run over to another…
