Most of the time, we are real and honest and present, and now, for a little while every night, we are on a beach somewhere, eating watermelon and peanut butter sandwiches.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Beach Stories
Most of the time, we are real and honest and present, and now, for a little while every night, we are on a beach somewhere, eating watermelon and peanut butter sandwiches.
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Liberation (A Note to Self)
It is simple. Be liberated of the mind's expectations. Mend the sacred road to the heart and listen. What does it call you to do? It ...
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She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...
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My grandmother was new to the small Catholic town when she met my grandfather. The young daughter to a Protestant pastor, he a young Catholi...
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I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ...
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