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Side rant. September 12

Writers venting destructively about writing. Rant follows. Sometimes I see meme-type (not personal) posts venting about writing on my feed that are fucking stupid and worse than unhelpful, outright destructive of writerly sanity and joy. I’ve learned to leave those posts alone. I can’t make the people sharing these things stop hurting themselves through the […]

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Adventure du jour! August 4

Another good bit from exercising this morning, this time from yoga. I’ve always struggled with keeping my balance. This morning, I’m doing a half-assed, one-legged tree pose and I suddenly start saying, “I’m *going* to fall. I’m *going* to wobble and I’m *going* to fall.” At that point, my wobbling got worse but I didn’t

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Adventure du jour! August 3

[This was the first post in what would become the pretty epic saga of recovering from a bad marriage, reclaiming friendships, rebuilding my body using yoga and walking, and writing a book. It’s still ongoing as I type this, but this is the first post, originally from Facebook, that I can find.] This morning’s “out

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Flash Fiction: The Future of Birth Control

It’s a perfectly normal day when I decide that it’s time to go to the coffee shop down the street and end it. The skies are blue, blue with a slight tinge of purple, blue so clear that it feel like living inside a marble. The cloud overhead is white and as soft as a puff of cotton stuffing. I walk through the iron front gate, which is pulled back during business hours, into the courtyard. I walk past the juice shop to the right—bee pollen, vegan cheese, poblano avocado dressing—to get to the coffee shop. The courtyard is paved with bricks in a basketweave pattern. The umbrellas are open, the mismatched patio tables and chairs set out, but there aren’t many people here yet. It’s four o’clock on a Friday and some goth is humming over the stereo, a mournful tune backed by a drum machine. The rainbow flags are out—we still celebrate Pride month here. Palm leaves rustle and birds chirp and squeak.

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