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A Letter

Dear LL

I know you love to put pen to paper (or more recently, “fingers to keyboard”). And I know you long to wield words the way in which your husband releases a shutter and your friend applies paint to the canvas. 493 more words

Just Writing

Broken and Repairing . . . A Different Story

Passing through the oversized revolving door, he danced on the precipice of bad decisions. He glanced down at the tear in his sneaker – a battle scar from a skirmish that reflected no aggression. 984 more words

Just Writing


still in love with a guy I met two years ago in a tiny cafe in Pismo beach California.

I probably won’t get over him.  ever. 20 more words



The air is crisp and cold having just descended on our southern town. The sky is blue, not a cloud in sight after the devastating storm that hit the area three days ago. 250 more words


I will never call a small a tall ever again

I love my job.
Today a woman asked me if I liked working at this cafe and I told her I loved it. I told her that watching the sunrise over the ocean each morning was the greatest way to start ones day. 365 more words

Making Room

I am learning that there is beauty in pain. Yes, while the pain is present it can be ugly, gruesome, and hard to deal with, but then comes that moment of healing. 843 more words