February 2012
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February
Crickets chirp, and the grass feels like tiny needles against my knees. My eyes caress the melting reflection of the moon and the rhythm of flowing water hitting rocks calms my shaky breaths. This darkness is better than anything that happened today. Alone here. I raise my hand and uncurl my caterpillar fingers. In the middle, a single heap of sand. This is supposed to mean something, but...
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David Foster Wallace, from writer's almanac
Today is the birthday of novelist and essayist David Foster Wallace (books by this author), born in Ithaca, New York (1962), author of Infinite Jest (1996), which became a best-seller even though it was more than 1,000 pages long, with 100 pages of footnotes. Wallace, who had battled devastating depression his whole life, committed suicide in 2008. His unfinished novel, The Pale King, was...
Feb 22nd
My stories happen inside. Crashing waves. All silent. Lightning storms. Guns. Pills. Dark. Huge deserts. The simple pleasure of warm tea and sugar after a hot shower.
Feb 21st
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Taking the initiative against daydreaming
Arise, let us go from here —John 14:31 Daydreaming about something in order to do it properly is right, but daydreaming about it when we should be doing it is wrong. In this passage, after having said these wonderful things to His disciples, we might have expected our Lord to tell them to go away and meditate over them all. But Jesus never allowed idle daydreaming. When our purpose is to...
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Never let the sense of past failure defeat your next step.
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How we Love by Ingrid Michaelson
I knew a man who was afraid to love To lay his heart on the bathroom rug He drank his coffee in the same old mug And sat in silence ‘til the world fell numb Until the day when a girl came by She had eyes like the rising tide He felt a sharpness deep inside The kind of ache that can’t be satisfied We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes But how we love when it washes our cars We...
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