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Poem of the Day Project: Day 180
I began the “Poem of the Day Project” on September 26, 2025, and today’s poem marks day 180 of this daily ritual of crafting a poem during my morning journaling routine. Some of the poems make absolutely no sense to me, others have merit, yet it is the ritual of the constant attention to metaphor,…
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Nostalgia in a Box
I am a proud, card-carrying member of Generation X (1965 – 1980), that independent, pragmatic, adaptable, honest, skeptical and loyal generation with the best music (and you know it). For those of us born female, those of us now possibly experiencing a variety of software updates, including spontaneous human combustion (and approximately 65 other symptoms…who’s…
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Road to the TCS NYC Marathon: Part +1
On meditation and service The following is part of a series, which will be continued! Marathon training and preparation does not merely center around preparing the body. Sure, one needs a really good pair (or twelve) of shoes, a training plan, dialed in nutrition, weight training and ample rest and recovery as that body begins…
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Road to the TCS NYC Marathon
Part 0 There are 235 days until the 2026 TCS NYC Marathon. Now, I do not start actively training for this particular race until the first weeks in July, when I begin to incorporate marathon specific runs, mostly the long run, into my weekly plan. Until then, I focus on other distances, sprinkling some 5ks…
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Poem of the Day Project
Delightful – My day blooms hot pink Moon Penny Musings is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. with cactus arms and berries for dessert. I look for joy in the depths of experience. Find it in cotton candy flavored ice cream and soft…
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Poem of the Day Project
Day 146 Look towards the lightwhen feet refuse totouch the ground.Feel strength on thesupport of neighboring hills.Feel hope in the delightedeyes of children.Find peace in the soft furof a dog’s ears.Delight in each moment of freedom from fear.Look forward to the light.Allow it to drapeover you -warmth – strength – love.
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Liam
Liam. I say his name over and over. Liam, Liam, Liam. Liam is five years old. He and his dad were returning from preschool on January 20, when his father was abducted by ICE. They brought him to his door, as his mother watched from inside. They used him as bait. His mother, who stayed…
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Awareness Dawns; Hidden Doubts
My journey to an ADHD diagnosis later in life…to be continued of course! “You are so sensitive, don’t you know it’s a joke?” “Why are you so sensitive?” “You are too sensitive…too quiet…” “Laura is such a quiet, polite young lady.” “She is a good student, conscientious, but too quiet.” As a child I was…