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Ima skipping my normal monthly blog spiel–the one with the anecdote– because I want to talk a little about the Blogmas thing I’m doing with the editor of the Alphabet Anthology series I’ve been a part of, Rhonda Parrish. Every year she organizes a blog tour of her fellow writers to benefit the Edmonton Food Bank (Rhonda is Canadian). Back in … Keep reading
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After college, I applied to Americorps, not on a whim, but as a planned action. That kind of foresight was unusual for me, though I’d had flashes of long-sighted maturity throughout my development. Just not a lot of it. And I wasn’t sure if I’d get in or if it would do what I wanted it to do–guide my career … Keep reading
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When I was 22, I went to a party on a college campus. I was invited by my friend who was invited by this girl he was seeing who was invited by her best friend who knew the host. So, I was basically a random old dude. When I got there with my buddies, I made a beeline for the … Keep reading
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I write a lot about myself. Which is fine and dandy (this is my website after all). But it’s important to remember that it’s all a community, and the writing community is as supportive as can be. So, instead of talking about myself or sharing my work, here’s some writing from some of those out there that I love and … Keep reading
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You might not have heard I hurt my back a month and some change ago. Not like, “oh, there’s a twinge. Looks like I have to skip bowling tonight” and more like, “oh my god, I can’t stand, I can’t move, I want to cry and please, please don’t let me be stuck like this forever. Please, please, please.” I … Keep reading
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I used to complain that I didn’t have time for video games. And my buddy, when I mentioned this to him, said that that was bullshit. That I could make time if I wanted, but I didn’t want to. He was right. Somehow, I found the time, because I decided it was important. Surprisingly, now I’m not playing video games. … Keep reading
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I don’t always have much to say. That’s cool. I like silence just as much as non-silence. One time when I was 7 or 8, I was down by the water, sitting on the dock. It was evening, warm, purples and oranges on the surface. I just hung there staring, thinking about whatever it is children think about. Totally happy. … Keep reading
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I was recently talking to this dude about Incubus. It’s his favorite band. I had to say that I knew virtually nothing about Incubus besides it’s a band that exists. I don’t have any opinions about them, not because I care or don’t care, but because they debuted in a period of life in which I didn’t pay any attention … Keep reading
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I’m not good at accepting good words. I’m good at giving them (hey you! Yes you reading! you’re beautiful and smart and such a hard worker) but taking compliments? Forget about it. I ain’t about that. What do you think, I gotta big head? WRONG! This is obviously stupid. We’re worthy of praise, guys. Me included. I’m working through this, ok? I … Keep reading
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January 1, 2018 I like lists. I’ve always liked lists. There’s a pleasure in categorizing life and tastes and loves. Putting order to the brain brings calm. It brings Zen. It brings ocean waves and gentle breezes that waft, like, lavender or something. During a ten-hour train voyage, I put together my top 100 movie list. I used an intricate … Keep reading