Tag: #writer
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Matcha the Moment
A steady flow of challenges have occurred this month and I don’t get excited when this happens, but I remain curious to what each one wants to show me. When life becomes stressful, I look for quiet moments to practice the breath and sometimes this includes watching a calm, 10 minute video on one of…
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A Second Thought
The Bougainvillea mentioned here is still inside, but I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to move it outside, or try growing it indoors. I like the idea of growing it indoors, but have never tried it before, so there’s some uncertainty. I’ve heard it’s messy when the paper-like blooms begin to shed, but I…
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The Fine Print
This week, I placed an order for Ryze. Last year, I tried another brand of mushroom coffee and enjoyed it, but got burned out on it. I miss drinking mushroom brew instead of coffee first thing in the morning, so we’re trying the other big brand. After placing my order, they emailed me a confirmation…
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A Clean Window
A single, blue strip of painter’s tape ran along the bottom of the glass pane of the window. I have no idea why it was there and to add to the mystery, it was stuck to the outside of the glass. It had absorbed years of Texas sun and looked to be baked on while…
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No What If’s
There’s a small, wooden sign hanging above my typewriter. As I type out those early morning thoughts by the light of a new day it serves as a reminder with the words, “Live a Good Story.” I’ve tried my best to live a life of no regrets. It hasn’t been perfect, but instead of regretting…
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82 degrees
I was sitting on a yoga mat in a studio during a sound bath when I first noticed it. The air wasn’t cold, or hot, it was like it was the same temperature as my skin, so I couldn’t even feel it surrounding me and it felt good. As the outdoors started heating up this…
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Stay True to You
Over the weekend I was sitting on my bed recording a Marco Polo for my friend, and showing her some things I’d done to my room to make it more Haven-like. She Marco Polo’s me back saying she loved the flowers on the bedside table, and noticed I’ve had fresh flowers in my room for…
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A Blanket of Calm
It’s cold in Texas. My laptop says it’s 27 degrees outdoors, and to some states, that isn’t cold, but for Texas it’s cold. The title of this post came to mind earlier this week, but I don’t know what to write. I live my life wrapped in a blanket of calm, and have written about…
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It’s Just Beginning
I put clean sheets on my bed this morning, but not my daughter’s. It’s the little things that reveal our lives are separating. We raise them to be independent, but frown when they’re independent with Momma. Today, I smiled. I’m happy my daughter is 20 years old. My ‘raising her’ days are over, but she’s…
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The Christmas Tree
Being a single Mom at Christmas has a little more pressure to it. There’s not a lot of gifts under the tree. The way I see it is, everyday of our life together is a gift. There’s one thing that I’ve always done for Christmas. If you’re a single Mom, choose one thing and do…
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Slowly and Suddenly
This mum was given to me weeks ago. I was told if it didn’t bloom right, to let them know. The store selling them has had returns and complaints. How do you bloom right? When my daughter brought it home, it was wrapped in plastic, bone dry and the buds were shut tight. I began…
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Teach Them Kindness
My daughter’s Jeep got hit, but it can take it. She was pulling into a parking lot with a car in front of us. There was plenty of parking, but the car in front decided to park at the same time as my daughter. They pulled into a space side by side. The stranger’s passenger…
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What You Love
When my daughter was 5 years old, our home looked picture perfect. A designer helped furnish and decorate the main rooms of the house and wanted to invite her photographer in. She thought they would win a contest. It was the saddest season of my life. The room was used when we entertained guests and…
