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Untouched Snow

As I stepped into the untouched white snow, I heard the familiar crunch and a shiver went up my spineMy dog looked eagerly up at me, as he stood next to meI laughed, and he took that as his sign... Continue Reading →

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Dusting the Rust Off

Opening the first page of the book, I took a deep breath in, grounding myself in the anticipation of all the possibilities Not knowing where to start, I put down the first word, then another, surrendering to the flowKnowing it... Continue Reading →

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Perspective Shifting

Up until then I always believed that life was a certain wayThat things were predestined, out of my control Life was a series of unfortunate events that just happened to meHopeless, helpless, encased in fearWondering when I'd finally lose everything... Continue Reading →

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*Guest Post* My Mother’s Purse

Stephanie Akers Cohen is our featured guest author today. I am grateful to share this wonderful piece she wrote as a tribute to her mother. Today would have been her mothers 99th birthday, the 10 year anniversary of her receiving... Continue Reading →

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Bring Your Flashlight

Before I knew it, I was thrust into change againYou'd think I'd be a pro at this by nowBut when the things stack upAnd the nervous system is friedStuckInFightFlightFreezeStuckPanic Dissociation Confusion Hopelessness Going through all the emotionsWe go through the... Continue Reading →

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One Step

One step at a time I made my way forwardSometimes two steps back but always movementMovement builds momentum and more than anything I wanted to move on from the drama and darknessYes, there were so many blessingsThey were the steps... Continue Reading →

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Getting Through Creativity

Something felt off, I was unsure. My confidence seemed to falter lately. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. I wanted so badly to build it back, find my flow back. But I knew if I didn't turn on the... Continue Reading →

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Walls

I break down the walls, starting to find hopeTo come out of the writing coma to create againThose walls serve no good purpose, but the other ones...The walls around my heart are growing hard and highToo much of everything Not... Continue Reading →

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The Weight of My Pen

As I picked up my pen it fell heavyToo long not doing something The muscles atrophySo one word at a time I get it down Word choice matters But in freefall it just comes outFrom deep in my heartThe words... Continue Reading →

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