When journaling becomes hazardous

I write in a journal. Actually, wait, that’s not accurate. I don’t have just one journal. I have scraps of paper, I have pages in my reporter’s notebook that have formal interview questions for my journalism class on one page and near diary entries on the other, I have corners of math worksheets, I have aContinue reading “When journaling becomes hazardous”

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A Free Write about Going to Sleep

One day, I’ll have to construct a blanket fort. When I grow up and move out of the house, I’ll have a permanent blanket fort installed in my room. Rods will hang down from the ceiling, in such a way that you can hang blankets on them whenever you desire. There will be no floor,Continue reading “A Free Write about Going to Sleep”

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Wordless Wednesday: The Ride Home

I feel like writing words today. My verbal daydreaming.   The ride home is peaceful, but only in a certain sense. Sitting in the passenger seat, you become oblivious to the person in the driver seat and become lost in a deep pool of thoughts about the past, the present and the future. The sunContinue reading “Wordless Wednesday: The Ride Home”

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