Writing

Timing Is Crucial

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Your voice is one of the most important tools you are given in life. Sadly, it is an under-utilized tool that we are born with. While I do often say that sometimes people take “freedom of speech” way too far, I also believe that far too many believe hold back for fear of what others … Continue reading Timing Is Crucial

Originally…

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Originally, I prepared a post for today that, after sleeping on it, I realized could be considered quite offensive for some of my readers. In an effort to be respectful and courteous, I'm going to file it away for my portfolio and not post it. I'm not a "Lets hurt as many people's feelings as … Continue reading Originally…

Grief Is

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Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is

Grey Days

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Waking up this morning, you never would have known it was 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday. It's so dark out that even though rain was not predicted, I suspect it is getting close. That's okay, because I like the grey days. A 'grey day' for most people might mean depression, but for me, it tends … Continue reading Grey Days

Seven Years

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Seven years can change everything.  I walked out of the house the other day and for the first time, I did not have issues about this moment. It's not about 'coming to terms', but maybe it's about 'coming to a new place'. Maybe it is a sign that my soul has learned how to handle this … Continue reading Seven Years

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead