Finding My Thing That’s Not a Thing

I have a laundry list of things I don't like about myself. A list that only empties after a good yoga class or some clarity brought on by near death. (I realize that this doesn't make me special.) At the top of this list is my inability to be consistent. "But you keep this blog." …

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My First Journal (And Why I Won’t Burn It)

I read an article, or conversation, in the last issue of Poets and Writers I received. It was three poets discussing the freedom of destroying old journals and why they had destroyed their own. As I read the article, I felt so sad. I was sad because they had destroyed all their keepsakes from another age, and …

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