night table

What a glorious thought—organizing my blog entries from day to day. Night Table Mondays. Recipes Friday. In between, Tuesday True stories, Wednesday Revelations and The Thursday Hunt for Clarity among the leafy branches of Suburbia.

Oh for it to fold up that easily, like a linen napkin; to present itself as a clever newspaper column, magazine gloss, a blog someone else writes.

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lone free-ranger

Life can be so fricking lonely.

I’m a writer. Even if I don’t always get paid for it, it’s what I do. And it’s a really solitary job, even though I get so much creative satisfaction from writing and sharing and hearing from people who connect with my work.

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