Don’t Stand At The Door


I search and search and search. Behind every word I say. After every new decision. I seek to find myself, the self that lives underneath the rubble. Under the invisible losses. And hiding, still. Sometimes I wonder if I lost her completely. But as soon as I do, I see her. I hear her. I feel…

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There is Someone Living in my Attic


Whenever I want to give up, I think of the bold words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “God will not have his work made manifest by cowards” And I want to scream. I am not a coward, God. I am not a coward. I will keep going. Keep knocking on doors. Keep doing the work. Keep making a fool of myself.…

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Miracles are real


I think magic is real. More real than your table. The chair. Your coffee too. Miracles are real too. Science proves it. Religion talks about it. Sometimes loss takes away our belief in miracles. It tells us that the only real things are the things we can see. Touch. Hear. Everything else…

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No More Lies After Loss


‘The Life we live, is the lesson we teach’ my friend Jim Kwik mentioned in one of his writings. I read it just before I was going to sit down and write to you. And it hit me. The life I live. Is the lesson I teach. Thank you Jim, for putting it so simply. As it allowed me to come clean with…

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Don’t Stand At The Door


I search and search and search. Behind every word I say. After every new decision. I seek to find myself, the self that lives underneath the rubble. Under the invisible losses. And hiding, still. Sometimes I wonder if I lost her completely. But as soon as I do, I see her. I hear her. I feel…

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There is Someone Living in my Attic


Whenever I want to give up, I think of the bold words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “God will not have his work made manifest by cowards” And I want to scream. I am not a coward, God. I am not a coward. I will keep going. Keep knocking on doors. Keep doing the work. Keep making a fool of myself.…

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Miracles are real


I think magic is real. More real than your table. The chair. Your coffee too. Miracles are real too. Science proves it. Religion talks about it. Sometimes loss takes away our belief in miracles. It tells us that the only real things are the things we can see. Touch. Hear. Everything else…

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No More Lies After Loss


‘The Life we live, is the lesson we teach’ my friend Jim Kwik mentioned in one of his writings. I read it just before I was going to sit down and write to you. And it hit me. The life I live. Is the lesson I teach. Thank you Jim, for putting it so simply. As it allowed me to come clean with…

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