Random Acts of Writing – Episode 1


The dog is acting weird.

I got very little sleep last night.

My son made up a song about taking out the trash, played it on the guitar, and sang it to me.

I give a fuck about the oxford comma.

It’s dark, damp and cold today.

Still pondering my one true sentence.

Wishing for poetry.

Wanting a smoothie & salad fairy (house elf, actually).

Questions about fear, and violence.

There’s not a single holiday decoration up in my house.

I have a Shrink Session still to do today.

Praying for peace.

And a good colourist.

I miss my husband.

Relishing the silence.

Craving the stars.

In all things, grateful.


Only Love,



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