Grandmother
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Gardens
There’s a philosophy that I accredit to my grandmother, though I’ve never heard her utter the idea. Just another piece of wisdom passed down through the ages, but it’s something I’ve now centered my train of thought around. If you don’t have time for your garden, you’re working too much. Now I can’t grow a Continue reading
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“I hope that we write novels in our heads”
I speak to ghosts like one would a higher power. The difference is, I acknowledge the people I speak to aren’t there. Not really, anyway. They’re just coping mechanisms when things get too tough. When the world is much too big for me to grasp. When I know the answers to the questions and the Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 