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“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.” – Ernest Hemingway

This quote is one I heard more times than I count, while studying under my English Professor/mentor/Hemingway scholar in my last two years of Undergrad. It came into my head tonight, as I was mulling over some of the current goings on in my life. You see, as I write to you, on here, daily, I ...

The temperature also rises.

After 12 wonderful days of holiday break, my daughter finally got to go back to school on Monday. She was so excited; she had missed her friends and teachers a lot. We are two days in to the new year and, wouldn't you know it, she is home sick again. She woke up late last night, crying for ...

The story of two girls, the story of two women, and everything in between.

Where to begin? I sit here, hands tracing the keys of my laptop, but I don't know how to start our story; to really tell our story in a way that will do it justice. It probably won't make sense to anyone else. But it does to us, so I guess that is all that ...

“In Our Time” and on my night table.

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” -T.S. Eliot, one of my favorites. Last night before bed I scanned my night table for my glasses, and took a minute to note what I keep there, next to me, ...

From “A Farewell to (I so love having both of my babies in my) Arms”

by, Ernest Miller Hemingway “My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.” A candid moment captured; singing two babies to sleep.To their hearts I'm tied,as I lullaby.One is sucking his thumb, the other is smiling.I don't know what I did to ...

My Shop is Closed

(via Ramshackle Glam's Pinterest Page) ser·en·dip·i·ty ˌserənˈdipitē noun noun: serendipity; plural noun: serendipities the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. *** Yesterday, I read a post that brought me to tears. My girl Jordan over at Ramshackleglam wrote the most beautiful piece entitled, "Not So Brave", about the impending (like, this week) birth of her ...

On writing.

This morning, as I straightened up my kitchen, I found an old picture that I had developed; It was a photo of Ernest Hemingway, aged and bearded, writing with a pen on a legal pad. *** Recently, I found a journal that I had kept as a child. In it I had proclaimed that I wanted to ...

Preludes and Words.

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. My favorite line from a favorite poem, Preludes by T.S. Eliot. I remember when I first read this poem. This line took my breath away, then. Tonight, it made me cry. *** It was the summer after ...