Chasing Tires

Chasing Tires

When I grew up our preferred pet was a dog. Back then, a dog, was a dog, was a dog. They roamed freely in and out of open doors, chased us, and ran beside us as we rode our bikes down the street or roller skated on sidewalks. To that point (and freedom being the key here) our dogs had a bad habit of also chasing cars, biting at the big rubber tires that rolled 2000 pounds of steel down our street. By some magic, our dogs never got run over but came mighty close to it.

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A Love Letter to Writers

Happy Valentine's Day ~ Every Day

Writing is an art, a product of the spirit, a gift of the heart. As a writer pursues his or her story, flushing it out to its end, then his or her words leave in their wake spirited imaginings of triumph, tragedy, humor, sentiment … and with any luck a little insight. Such imaginings become the seeds for other writers, other dreamers, other storytellers. 

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My Masterpiece - Amy Wall Contributer

My Masterpiece

Contributing Member: Amy Wall

When I am writing, connecting to “the flow,” I feel like I am creating a masterpiece.  Words come to me with lightning speed, and my fingers move furiously across the keyboard as if I’m Chopin composing his “Revolutionary Etude.”  When it’s done, I sit back and review the brilliance I’ve created, savoring every word.  Every sentence is like butter.  The pieces come together perfectly like the ingredients in the best fudge I’ve ever tasted.  It is my best work ever—every time.  A true masterpiece.

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The Right to Write

The Right to Write

It's a New Year. We all come to the new year intending to climb through its window of opportunity, to commit to new goals and commitments that are often short-lived. But sometimes a commitment nags at us, demands our attention, is part of our DNA. 

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A Letter of Grace to Writers

A LETTER OF GRACE

I have just completed searching an old laptop and discovered a plethora of essays and blogs I had written, some from as long ago as ten years. As I traveled through a trail blazed of my own meanderings, thoughts that landed in alphabet soup and somehow formed words onto my blank page, I felt a deep pang of compassion for that uncertain but passionate writer I was in the beginning.

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