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Short answer: Don’t want to — Finance talk is big business. If you want a successful online store or writing career, the more lucrative option is to market how to get dollars in your pocket in a few or many or a moderate amount of steps. It’s a lie. Well, capitalism is, I mean. We all…

Where Music Takes Us — Even before driving out of the parking lot, I hit pause on my audiobook. It was too much to concentrate on the storyline when I was in a fog at day’s end. It had been a rough couple of days and silence was the best antidote to the constant chatter…

One Year of Fearless Writing — The first birthday is an important one. A baby goes from a clump of cells to a sprawling, screaming person with interests, and a growing capacity to learn. Maybe teeth have sprouted or they’re just learning to walk. It’s monumental. As someone in healthcare, I think about all the things…

A Study in Simplicity — I recently traveled to Portugal for a cousin’s long-overdue wedding. The trip had always been meant as a parents-only getaway, but circumstance left my husband behind as well. Fast forward to the shuttle ride from Lisbon airport and I awoke to see a mustard, stone archway cupping a hunter green…

Lessons learned alone — A lot emerges when you’re able to take in the silence. Our world is full of noise and static, blocking out the messages we need to receive from deep within ourselves. I’ve gotten the chance as of late, to think about being alone and being silent. …

Shining a Light on a Little Tale — I had my first piece of fiction published in February by Bag of Bones Press for their horror anthology. I sit comfortably at page 62 with a 206-word story entitled “One Fine Day”. It’s a great little piece which started from a single line that sat simmering in my drafts…

A Visual Prompt — I thought about this photo a long while. I pushed it away, then pulled it close on and off over weeks. It’s funny, I’m in a writing group and can pound out 500 in 10 minutes. So no excuses. I did my bodied meditation. I centered myself. Breathed… I came…

The Jazz Conduit — My friend and I were shooting the breeze in his office, venting about the volume of work and dearth of free time. Some days were endless. That day, I was checking in on him. It was the routine when I figured he’d hunkered down long enough with his nose in…

Short Fiction — Raul sat with crossed legs on a worn wooden chair in the empty town hall reading a leather-bound book with no inscriptions on the cover. He closed it with a slap when we approached. “Good to see you again, folks!” he said cheerfully. “We thought it over and decided to…