Random Insignificant Memories
I think that’s part of it. Those random insignificant memories aren’t necessarily random or insignificant. They are connected, part of a sequence of thoughts we sometimes manage to recreate just enough to spark the RIM.
Good and Bad
It happened so fast it’s impossible to draw the line between good and bad.
Every November Melancholy
As sunlight diminishes for the next 47 days, I hope you find the words, the moments with company, and enough light to hold you through the melancholy that comes, because, every November, melancholy comes.
Manuscript
As Edith and I read yesterday, I experienced several “did I write that?” moments. Part of it is didionesque: we’re constantly moving away from where and who we are and we lose touch. But a bigger part, for me anyway, is discovering that when I write, especially when I’m in the flow and writing from the heart, I never write alone. There is grace and magic there.
Fate or Gumbo?
Sometimes, it’s okay to let go and let Gladys. Fate and Free Will are sisters, and sometimes game day turns out just fine for both of them.
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