The curse of ‘eventful times’

This has been a monumentally hard week. I know it’s been even harder for so many folks who aren’t me, middle aged fully employed white lady in a small town. All week I’ve had my own struggles, quietly watching social media and struggling, struggling over what course to take. Speak up, or black out? Share […]

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My Voice, Part One

Writing again for public consumption, take…8? I’ve lost track…

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Oregon Trails Summit

Along with a few other lucky ladies, I was privileged to attend the Oregon Trails Summit in Bend last weekend. PNER sent me to talk trails, but I brought a lot of past experience as both a trail user and stakeholder (I worked on trails with Northwest Youth Corps for six summer seasons, as well […]

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The Night Mare

Externally, things are looking up. It’s my inner lizard brain that’s having issues accepting this concept. I have had nightmares off and on since my son was born, usually way too early in the morning, from which I cannot wake myself up. I know it’s a dream but I’m stuck, being dragged through it by […]

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It’s not writer’s block…

I’ve never really subscribed the theory of writer’s block. You either write, or you don’t, and I’ve always been writing. Even if I’m not blogging, which is separate for me, I’m still writing somewhere, ideas and characters and weird experiences and thoughts spilling out. I’m going on five months at the state hospital, and I’ve […]

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A stumbling start

A super quick post cause the dog and I are waiting in the truck together for the kid to finish his swim lessons. Behold, hear ye hear ye, read all about it….My start to NaNoWriMo 2017! The Aliens Are Spying On Us “Red sky at morning, sailor take warning. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” […]

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Writing Prompt: Answers

     It should have shocked the breath from her, stolen her thoughts for just a moment. She was braced for it, eyes squished shut, full surfer’s wet suit tight against her, making her feel vaguely stifled as always. Instead she slipped into water which caressed her through the black suit, a soft welcome to […]

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