Writing

Dear Dad

  • June 19, 2016
Dear Dad

In Loving Memory Of Robert Conklin April 26, 1951 - January 28, 2016 Dear Dad, You taught me so much about life that I find myself thinking more and more each day about my future! You were my role model, I always thought if I wanted to be anyone I would love to be just like my dad. I can't think of one thing you really didn't do, as I'm sure there were some, but I didn't notice because you were the greatest in my eyes. We all say that, I'm sure, but you truly were. As I grow older, I try to put your words of advice into great use. I try to hold on to that part of you so that I can stay...

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Enigmatic

  • June 13, 2016
Enigmatic

In my life I am often misunderstood, and my writing, especially during the days of my youth was often difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious, fleeting, and wild. In a word, enigmatic.

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I Almost Dedicated My Life To Writing

  • May 2, 2016
I Almost Dedicated My Life To Writing

I almost dedicated my life to writing simply because I an an introvert, an observer, and the survivor of a very unusual, almost tumultuous childhood. I was never ever interested in athletic or sporting pursuits, and typically was the very last person selected for pick-up games during grade school recess. Throughout my childhood, while all my friends sought social interaction, I chose to be alone, reading books, visiting museums, going to the library, and exploring. My parents believed in free-range parenting, allowing me to go and explore the world on my own, as long as I returned home...

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When Is It Time to Let Go

  • April 11, 2016
When Is It Time to Let Go

When I was young, I was certain that I was in love. It felt like love, and it is often the tender beginnings of what we assume will lead to a lifelong love and the feelings of which we wish would last forever. Those feelings of elation and hope and promise which one seeks to capture and hold in hopes that things will never change. I would have wrapped up those days of my youth in plastic if only to preserve the snapshots and memories in my mind, and perhaps to gaze upon that particular time whenever a certain unidentifiable smell brought be back to those memories.

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American Ignorance

  • March 3, 2016
American Ignorance

During an interview in the 1908s, science fiction writer Isaac Asimov said, "There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge."

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For Fear Of Being Judged

  • February 5, 2016
For Fear Of Being Judged

I started keeping a journal around age 12, but since the start, I always self-censored myself, never being completely honest, and leaving out any mention of emotions or what I was feeling. I noted only events, happenings, ideas, and plans for the future; where I had been, what I had seen, heard, experienced, and where I dreamed of going next. I always focus on the past; what was, what could have been, what should have been. I have always terrified of someone reading my journal for fear of being judged.

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Where I Write

  • December 4, 2015
Where I Write

This is where I write.

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Sharing Is Caring

  • December 3, 2015
Sharing Is Caring

I recently read Show Your Work!: 10 Ways to Share Your Creativity and Get Discovered by Austin Kleon on Tuesday, November 24, 2015 (yes, I take notes on everything, even the books I read). If I were to write a book similar to the theme of this book, I would title it Sharing Is Caring, hence the title of this blog post. There are books that I have read that have given me an entirely new perspective on life, and in this case, my work.

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The Archives Of My Mind

  • November 30, 2015
The Archives Of My Mind

  I wish there was a means by which I could document the archives of my mind. I am always pondering the bits and pieces, snapshots, and fragments of memories that fill my brain, that shaped my past and were responsible, in part, for the person that I am today.

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I Used To Write In Riddles And I Used To Write In Rhymes

  • November 9, 2015
I Used To Write In Riddles And I Used To Write In Rhymes

When I was younger, I used to write in riddles and I used to write in rhymes. I thought that by doing so, that I might capture the attention of my reader. I never anticipated I'd be writing for a specific audience; I wrote the way I felt in my heart and soul to be true, not realizing or accepting the fact that while patience might be common, intellect is not. Perhaps the true meaning behind my words might never be revealed, instead blinded by the manner in which they were written.

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