My parents celebrated their 22nd wedding anniversary last weekend, and my dad wore his snazzy new peacoat. I took a picture of them, and realized how fortunate I am to have them. The end.
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“Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” Sylvia Plath
About Me
Writing is how I communicate to myself, and thus to others. When I capture a thought, secure it, label it, define it, interpret it, I can finally master it. As E.M. Forster said in a completely unrelated context, "How can I know what I think until I see what I say?"
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