by Pennie Nichols | Nov 1, 2023 | Death and Dying, Essays
So, here’s that last tip about recognizing us, knowing when it’s really one of us. If the message feels like anger or fire, it’s not us. That’s you and your injured ego. If the message feels like a warm embrace or a sweet lullaby, chances are it’s one of us. And when you sense us, remember:
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by Pennie Nichols | Oct 30, 2023 | Essays
The brain seems to jam up a bit if you’re overly giddy or smug about the shower crayon hack. Then, there you stand, naked, holding a crayon, facing a big blank shower wall.
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by Pennie Nichols | Oct 28, 2023 | Essays, Stories and Poems
—Please stop doing this. We talked about this before. So many times! I don’t want to lose everything we ever had because you can’t stop calling.
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by Pennie Nichols | Oct 26, 2023 | Essays, Stories and Poems
—What do you mean, “This is not me”?
—I really don’t want to go.
—Then don’t.
—I have to.
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by Pennie Nichols | Oct 25, 2023 | Essays, Stories and Poems
We deal with the day rung by rung or moment by moment no matter where we are. No matter who we are.
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by Pennie Nichols | Oct 24, 2023 | Essays
We’re born with the goodness within, and it’s always there, waiting for us to go within and rediscover it.
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