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The Red Thread

A Chinese proverb tells us “an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance.  The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.”

Sometimes people show up as precious in…

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The Tree House (Flash Fiction)

You could set your watch by the yelling.  It was always 7:30.  It was as much a part of the evening song of the neighborhood as the crickets and the barking of Barney and Fred, the Ackerman mutts. Mrs.…

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Loops and Lines and Swirls

I remember being too little to know how to write, but writing anyway.  I played with pens, pencils, and paper, and I would make loops and lines and swirls.  I remember thinking it magical that thoughts could become lines…

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She loves to watch him sleep (Flash Fiction)

Annie loves to watch him sleep, her beautiful angel boy. Awake, Adam is constant motion inside and outside his head.  He flits from thought to thought and thing to thing, his mind racing like a hummingbird’s wings.

She is bone-weary…

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If I wasn't afraid...

I looked forward to it for months.  I practiced and did promotion for weeks.  I edited the set list for days.  I was excited and anxious and nervous and proud. 

When the night finally came, it felt like playing…

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Preparing for Failure

In my last blog entry, I told you the story of how, at age fourteen, The Main Point (the legendary folk club) showed me who I was, and beaconed me into my future.  I told you that it called to…
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The Main Point

The Main Point, a folk club in Bryn Mawr, PA showed fourteen year old me who I was.  It introduced me to a world that called to me louder and clearer than anything had ever called to me before.  It…