• A Season for Change: Fall

    Listen me read the following below:   Fall Equinox means the morning light shifting to blue, and the evening creeping closer to four o’ clock than I’d like. It means heating up a chai latte on my stove in a saucepan and drinking it out of an enamel mug that says Rise and Shine on

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  • My favorite posts from 2015.

    Before I begin, I must confess that this idea is copied whole cloth from the magnificent Rachel W. Cole, a coach and colleague who works to help women become well-fed in all areas of life. You can find her Top Posts from 2015 here. I write this with a plush blanket draped over my knees, enveloped

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  • Sick & successful.

      The other day I was crying, as you do sometimes, out of self-pity. I try to avoid bemoaning my fate because I am highly privileged in a number of ways, but I’m also human, and so I was crying in bed at noon because I’ve been struggling with late-stage Lyme disease for three years

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  • EARLY MORNING: Here to Serve (Brittany Allen)

    With this short piece by Brittany Allen, I’d like to introduce Early Morning. Early Morning is a literary journal under the umbrella of the Journal, with its own URL at earlymorningmagearlymorningmag.com. These pieces are meant to inspire as to the possibilities of literature, as well as to showcase new and emerging writers as a part of

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  • On my favorite resources.

    You may have, if you’re visiting the Journal through something other than a feed reader, noticed the affiliate links along the right-hand side of the page. I’ve read many a smart piece about why folks do or don’t feel comfortable using affiliate links; I, personally, have never considered it controversial because I have truly purchased, with

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  • Legacy Links: The limbo edition.

    What is the dream? Whatever it is, it’s way over there. The things that make our lives are so tenuous, so unlikely, that we barely come into being, barely meet the people we’re meant to love, barely find our way in the woods, barely survive catastrophe every day… Even decay is a form of transformation

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  • On acceptance.

    I needed help getting out of bed; I needed help opening a bottle of coconut water. The picnic was obviously not going to happen, but I was too devastated to mention it. Listen to me read the below here:   C and I have been trying to have picnics lately, building them into our weekends

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  • Women are strong as hell.

    Complex PTSD, the doctor said. That’s a diagnosis, by the way, not her commentary on my brain. Listen to me read the below here:   I’m writing this in bed. The day, sunny as it is, has been wrung out by last night; I was terror-stricken in trying to fall asleep, had bad dreams when

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