thoughts from the riverbank

The people in this town must think I’m crazy. Walking the same streets, up and down, carrying a big leather hobo bag stuffed with a laptop and various books, juggling an orange Yeti cup full of water with an iced coffee , sitting down in random places, jotting down notes in a journal like I…

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everything feels broken, but – it’s going to be okay

These words. These words have been my mantra today. This isn’t the sort of post I wanted to write this year, but it’s 2020 and if you haven’t had a dream or two broken over the last 5 months, then I don’t know what you’re doing but I need your secret sauce. Yesterday was my…

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…when your baby goat goes missing

When your baby goat goes missing, you’ll probably never get an answer. You’ll wander in the woods for hours, scraping your legs, brushing against ivy and oak, pulling spiderwebs from your hair, trying to catch the ticks and beat off the mosquitoes, but you won’t find her. You’ll call out her name and remember she…

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mourning the loss of “the south”

In the past month, country groups Lady A(ntebellum) and The (Dixie) Chicks have revisited the names they’ve held for years in response to The Black Lives Matter movement and an increasing sensitivity towards racist behaviors. Splash Mountain, based on the long-forgotten and problematic film “Song of the South,” is rebranding. And Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede…

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