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A Moment Recognized

As someone who writes (I am serving a self-imposed probation against calling myself a “writer”), there is nothing better than recognizing a moment while it is happening.  Images tend to burn into my mind and tangential thoughts weave into common… Read More ›

Meaning to Write

I’ve just become a better writer. I didn’t attend a writing conference, finish a book of prompts, or get a piece published. In fact, strictly speaking, I didn’t do anything. Life happened. As a result of this particular occasion, words,… Read More ›

Filthy Guilt

At times, I write out of guilt. That has to be a bad thing, right? It’s a wasted emotion, an attachment to judgment, something endured by lapsed Catholics. Guilt is nothing but a filthy animal. Truth is, I don’t really… Read More ›