The other day I found an old scrapbook. It was from my high school days. There were faded old pictures and hall passes, goofy poems, a school fight song I made up, funny notes from school friends, and even a couple report cards. I don’t remember saving any of it. But I’m glad I did. […]
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Doubt is my greatest enemy. It steals my energy, my creativity, and my desire to even think. It’s the proverbial primate on my back, riding me at every turn, telling me that I’m a weak and worthless writer. And I believe it. Hook, line, and stinker. For the past four years I’ve believed those lies.
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This morning I woke with regrets on my mind. After a tussle with the sheets I managed to get downstairs before 9 and start making breakfast. As I reached for the fake eggs (liquid egg whites) for my husband and pancake mix for the kids, my mind revisited the regrets. Undone bits and pieces from
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