November 24, 2008
Sometimes at night I wake and am not exactly sure how long I’ve been so, my eyes open and staring at patterns the too bright light across the street makes on our bedroom ceiling. It’s so quiet, even with the windows still open to let the cool Fall night air in. Everything is still. I [...]
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November 15, 2008
Somehow, all the time I used to look forward to — all the time I spent thinking about what I might write here is gone. The unfortunate aspect of this is that the writing voice I hear during the day has faded, its insistent prodding, its litany of opening lines, and reminders of possible topics [...]
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