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Birth Day
It is said that birth, the coming out of an infinite world and into this finite one, is painful — not only for the one ‘giving birth’ but for the one experiencing it. In most situations, such a description refers to a mother from whose womb a babe arrives. One way or the other —…
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2022 … And the Horse It Rode In On
Yep. Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes fame) sums up how I feel about 2022 right here. I said to at least four people yesterday that I’m already tired of ’22. The holidays are typically not easy but between Christmas and now has been a seeming never-ending slew of bad news. Between losses of life and…
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Belated 2022 Greetings
I indicated that I would post on Facebook, perhaps once per year. I offered that tidbit right around New Year’s Day, 2021. I asked that people not post in reply or on my feed through the year, since I wouldn’t be checking it much, if at all. Imagine my chagrin when I popped in there…
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Christmas 2021
I decided today would be my day to write out a few Christmas cards. In case you aren’t on my regular list, here is the letter I’m including in the cards of people to whom I usually send a yearly update. December 2021 By the dating of this short missive, I am sure you can…
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The Horse Did Have a Name
‘Sure you don’t want a ride?’ We’d been walking for weeks and he hadn’t said a word until now. ‘Nah, but thanks kindly.’ I wanted a ride, but it just felt weird, especially since he’d just started talking out of the blue like that. Maybe if he hadn’t done that, I could have given it…
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Entertaining Angels
I stood quietly with sticky palms from the juice that dripped from the hunks of fruit I held. If you stay quiet, they’ll come to you the locals said. And don’t be afraid. They know when you’re scared. My Nana told me the story long ago about how her friend had died after seeing demons…
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Post-Proximal Woman
In 2004, I was in the basement, working away on some music mix or other, putting song sets on floppy discs for later burning onto CDs, downloading from sources that will go unnamed here but that were sort of okay then. It was before we had a mad panic to move from that house, which…
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Boom – And I’m Back
Well, that didn’t take too long. Did a bit of tidying, updated some site images, and voila! I invite you to check out the Quill Has Landed page. As a matter of fact, bookmark it. That’s where you’ll find the published stuff. I’m prayerful in the coming months that there will be more to see.…
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It was an old flower.
Here’s the thing: When I ditched my ‘starvingactivist.com’ URL in favor of this one, I guess I put the new (or gnu, as it were) flower in the old, nasty water from the old vase. In other words, I slapped a new coat of paint on the rusty fence. Or something. My point is that…
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Never Send the Virtual Assistant to Answer the Tip Line
Hello? … One. Representative. No, that’s not — okay, I’ll hold. Yes. I was transferred — what? No, no, none of the options — okay, I’ll hold. Hi. What? You can? Okay, I’ll try to explain. I can tell you — what? Well, who do I — okay, I’ll hold. Yes, hello? Is this the…
A New Bloom
Where the Starving Activist Lives
A New Bloom 