November 18, 2011
On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write. For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication. For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you [...]
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September 19, 2011
So my dad’s text messages wend their way to me from the Southern Hemisphere and I plaster them – band aid like – across my heart. It’s been two months since we were with them and already the photos we’ve printed and plastered across the boys’ bedroom walls are wrinkled from all the telling and [...]
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