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Sacred Sundays | a prelude to what may or may not become a successful side career

It’s finally happened. My parents downgraded their Post-Dispatch subscription to Sundays only. You can┬áblame the paper boy for being consistently late, but he’s merely a representation of the ineluctable decline of print news sources. 449 more words

For Mercy

I suppose I am on a role with making things for pleasure this weekend! :)

Today, I was wandering around down town instead of heading home from a friend’s house and decided to check out the Seattle Public Library. 378 more words


A Subconscious Exercise

Haven’t done one of these in a while! Lately I’ve been trying to use more creative exercises (not strictly writing; in fact some that are specifically in other creative areas, like art and music) to better and more fully exercise my subconscious. 67 more words