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2018-01-24 Why Poetry
I’m in the car this morning navigating the ice rink that is the high school parking lot. I was dodging teenagers and their Pontiacs and late model Cadillacs and somehow maintaining my positive disposition despite my daughters insistance on fighting with me about a 5 minute discrepancy in our schedules. I’m only half listening to…
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2018-01-19 The Problem with Millenials
My last post centered around my concern for my bank account, which lead me on a meandering path about other things that I want to do and how much money they are going to cost. Not with specifics, you know, just about wanting to travel and how I’m going to have to be frugal this…
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2018-01-18 Poking the Panic Monster
I have just under two weeks to get my first set of assignments turned in for this semester of my masters program. The panic monster inside of me is still fast asleep. That’s probably not a good thing. I think part of me thinks it’s going to be easy and the other part thinks that…
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2018-01-06 MFA Residency Wrap Up
I arrived home last night to a quiet house and a kitten who was happy to see me. I left all my bags in a pile in the bedroom, had a snack and finished up some writing, and went to bed. I was utterly exhausted. If I were to sum up my experience these past…
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2018-01-05 MFA Residency Day 8 – Finding Your Tribe
I wish I knew the name of the woman who said, on one of those first days at lunch or dinner that “everybody cries”. I think she went on to say that she cries daily during this little adventure we are all on together. I knew that I would, but I didn’t know then that…
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2018-01-06 MFA Residency Day 6 – A Song Stuck On Repeat
After a while, all the days here seem to run together and there’s no difference from one to the next. It’s a steady rotation that cycles through eating and workshop and lecture and readings and then more eating. There’s lots of eating. I’ve never eaten this regularly since before I left home at 18. I…
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2018-01-02 MFA Residency Day 4 – How Much Is Too Much
Yesterday I was waking up in my own bed and today I’m back at the lodge, deep in heart and soul of the story. We’re almost at the midpoint now. I’ve got pages of notes and miles and miles of thought. In my life I never dreamed one could have too much input. The brain…
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