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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anticipation.

There are few things that feel as good as coming up with a new idea for something to write. Suddenly, there is planning to be done. Research. Vision boards. Mindless doodling. Facebook stalking. Netflix binging. Multiple semi-drafted posts that ultimately need to be condensed into one, but otherwise get ignored because, well, something has been…

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the fall.

Sometimes it’s simply the rustle of leaves swirling along with the rushing wind of a bicycle wheel; the scent of a sticky, humid plastic mask; the taste of a pumpkin-flavored anything. Sometimes it’s a memory of shaved grapes sitting inside an old shoebox with a hole cut out, just big enough for the fingers of…

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a note about the future.

Life is a journey. That’s no groundbreaking news. If we all knew where we were going to be in the next 10 years, life would be no fun. I have a lot of respect for people who follow a dream and achieve it – even if it’s not all they thought it would be. Hard…

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