after doubt has had it’s way… write

"Honey, I can't stop moving cause I might not get going again", my grandpa often said.  I thought he was talking about going for a walk, or wrangling horses, or making hot dog and parmesan cheese tacos.  Turns out his observation applies to much, much more... Like writing words on paper... which sounds kind of wimpy compared to what he used …

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A Blog Do-Over, of sorts

I became intrigued with the blogging world about three years ago and began to follow several.  By e-reader or email, these blogs faithfully showed up.  For awhile. Then some tapered off so I’d need to remind myself what it was I liked about them in the first place. And then the day came when I’d open my email …

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Did I Mess Up Already?

So my last post.... I share my big dream to the extent I know it.  I say something about "...be joyful, blah, blah...regardless of circumstance, blah, blah...write, blah, blah...be encouraging, blah, blah"...... This week... I don't want to write a post AT ALL because I couldn't stay joyful and I feel like a failure so why …

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Filling in the Sky

I've been ruminating on Holley's invitation to join the pursuit of a "God-sized Dream". My God-sized Dream. I'm to wrap that dream with words today.  Seriously.  Not as easy as I thought it would be. What I dream about has changed so much.  Like when I was six... and wanted to be a cowboy.  Since I …

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Day Eleven ~ Missing In Action

31 Days of Aging Grace is still fresh in my mind.  I've never written and posted to my blog for 31 days straight.  Well, almost 31 days... If you look at the list of links during the month of October, day eleven is link-less. I tried to cover up a bit and glossed over it on …

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Someday is only pretend…

someday.... when I grow up I'll never get married or have kids and I will travel all over and do things and meet people and write great stories - yea, I'm going to be a writer... someday... when my sons are grown I'll have time to write about the places we've lived and people we've met and the things we …

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Throw a duffel bag at me… really, it’s ok

Twice I circled the arrival lanes at Anchorage Airport. No husband. He had called two hours earlier, and I must say, after nine weeks it was about time.  The kids and I scrambled into the old Chevy suburban and trekked to town... 45 minutes on a good day... one hour on a bad.  Today it was very …

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