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I wrote my morning pages on my typewriter for the first (and maybe last) time. I've been typing shor...

I'd felt it as soon as I woke up. The snow outside made things warm and cozy rather than dark and dr...

It snowed the first real snow of the season today. There's been spits and spurts, but today it's rig...

It was my English teachers who pushed me to think critically. I loved reading books because that mea...

You don't realize how much your environment influences you until it changes. Mine's shifting pretty ...

I'm a tangled ball of tension today with nowhere to let it come undone. My nervous system is fried. ...

Waiting for the red light of the live video-feed, all I could think of was the intro to The Christma...

I'm tired. Writing and publishing daily is hard. I love it, but that doesn't mean it's always shiny ...

Mick Jagger sees a red door and wants to paint it black. Don’t we all, though?