Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
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It occurred to me this morning as I waited for the kettle to boil, that my life here is much smaller, or perhaps, narrower, than the one I had in Los Angeles. But I mean this as a compliment. Here, I more often know the sources of the objects I interact with, the things I [...]
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“As a writer, I have to believe in invisible things.” –Roger Rosenblatt, being interviewed on NPR about his memoir, Making Toast, which I now must read, just because its writer had the genius to say those ten words.
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“Life expands or contracts in proportion to one’s courage” ~ Anaïs Nin “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ~ Albert Camus What is it in the universe that’s sending so many words of wisdom my way lately? Maybe I’m just paying attention. It’s a good [...]
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It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes [...]
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