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Worth 1000 Words #14: The Top of the Stairs
At the tail end of a dismal 2020, I vowed to make 2021 better. For my personal life, professional life, and mental health. I can now safely say that not only was 2021 exponentially worse, but 2022 isn’t off to that great of a start either. The downward spiral has continued. I am sure thatContinue reading “Worth 1000 Words #14: The Top of the Stairs”
Killer Swing
I was involved with sports for a significant portion of my adolescence. Basketball, soccer, track, and softball. I excelled in two of those (track and soccer) until a career ending knee surgery at age 15, and now I stick to the treadmill. On the bright side, I got out of it before I had timeContinue reading “Killer Swing”
Tides
I have made it known in the past that I don’t like the beach. Specifically, I don’t like sand, hot weather, or the blaring sun. I don’t swim in the ocean (or go in it past my knees) and I don’t even really swim in pools. I am a temperate, sensible ~70 degree type girl.Continue reading “Tides”
Ignite
newborn daylight ignites the sky, fierce orange burns the remnants of night, a roaring surf smooths the sand, and welcomes another day
Beyond the Storm
when the world is ravaged by an unforgiving storm, and the sea threatens to swallow those who dare to approach, rain pounds against the slick, dark shore, until clouds part, the furious wind abates, the sun rises once more, to start the day anew, beneath a pink sky
A Light On The Ocean
when the sky grows dark, stars blink to life, the roaring tide comes in, gulls cry out, buoyed by evening winds, shell-hunters scour the sands for fresh wares, letting the hungry waves lick at their toes, the light on the ocean, a fallen fragment of moonshine, reminds us that we are, like hope unsinkable
To Say Goodbye
After 25 years, my parents have sold the family home. It is an inevitable event – my parents never intended to stay in PA forever. They’ll still be here for a little bit longer, but decided to strike while the housing market iron was hot for sellers. In a little over a week, my childhoodContinue reading “To Say Goodbye”
Slump
As strange as it sounds, the start of the pandemic in 2020 marks the last time I read a book. For those who know me well, that’s pretty wild. Because in previous years, also documented on this site, I’ve been able to knock out 100+ books. But I only read 1 or 2 books inContinue reading “Slump”
The Old Days
Before there were podcasts, when television was still in its infancy, the internet was unheard of, and streaming platforms were a distant dream of the future, folks listened to the radio. When I was a child, my father introduced me to old radio shows. Many of these were detective classics, like Johnny Dollar, Sam Spade,Continue reading “The Old Days”
Frostwritten 