You’ve probably known this—I’m probably slow—Enough-O’clock: it doesn’t exist. Why am I so late to the of-course-not party? So often, I discount the sacred echoes enslaved within the deep of my spirit. All too faithfully, I set aside my passions – determining that I don’t have enough time to dive in and do them justice. Not so, says Jessica Turner,…
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A Thousand Words in Sepia
That memo—the one that made sense out of nonsense—I was out of the office that day. I’m still at a loss. I’m certain I’m not alone when I say that one thing my spirit is wholly unable to absorb is the nonsense of racism. No part of my being is volunteering to comprehend the what-in-the-world’ness of it. The notion that…
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Future Ink
I’ll take “vulnerably candid” for a hundred please, Alex. Oh, and, hey, throw in “Cryptic Introductions” for two hundred, while you’re at it. 😉 We all have our “things”. The things that speak to us on some innate, organic level. The things that have no choice but to be our things, because we couldn’t un-thing them if we tried. Writing—it’s…
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Tomorrow’s Yesterday
Exhausted, I stopped to catch my breath; the distance that I’d traveled was significant. I recognized the path; it had been a while, but I’d taken this route many times before. This time, though, the road was split…each side going in opposite directions. One side familiar and well-worn, the other side brambly and unbeaten. Miles of fickle sod in sight,…
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1971 Heart Street
Petite, wide-eyed, spirited – she’s made herself at home, this little girl. Hers is a spacious apartment, filled with floor to ceiling windows. This shy little one lives deep within the real estate of my heart. I sometimes wonder if her apartment is bigger than my own. Truth is, she’s held a lease here much longer than I have. Many…
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