“Writing is cutting open your chest, pulling out your own trembling heart, plopping it down in front of someone and asking if they can feel you. I keep on doing it because every now and then, they can.” — Lori Houston Eizinga It has been a while since I’ve allowed myself to just free flow […]

Friday Funny: When I Get Old

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Walking each other home: Book review of Stitches by Anne Lamott

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“My time is limited. I’m dyingyou know. Not that anybody cares.” Sigh. It is one of those conversations where I catch myself with one hand on the receiver and one hand on the ground so that the Earth’s trajectory – and her self pity – doesn’t send me hurling into space. “Are you going to die […]