by Pennie Nichols | Nov 7, 2023 | Essays
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.
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by Pennie Nichols | Nov 6, 2023 | Essays, Stories and Poems
It happened so fast it’s impossible to draw the line between good and bad.
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by Pennie Nichols | Nov 4, 2023 | Death and Dying, Essays, Stories and Poems, Writing
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.
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by Pennie Nichols | Nov 3, 2023 | Essays, Writing
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.
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by Pennie Nichols | Nov 2, 2023 | Stories and Poems
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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