Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Editing
When I was a much younger writer, I hated editing my work. From the age of five onwards to about sixteen I didn’t even see the need for it, so unrefined was my artistic eye, and even when shown the utility of it as… Continue Reading “Editing”
Moving introspection.
Another Monday, another day in the cube. Though I’m not complaining much here – if I wasn’t at work I’d be home among boxes my half-packed apartment. Not to mention the looming stack of paper which needs sorting. At least I’m down to the… Continue Reading “Moving introspection.”
An open love letter.
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly lucky and incredibly in love. A little tired from a late-night at the WISE mind you, I’m trying to get this post out before the patina wears thin and the real exhaustion sets in later today. You… Continue Reading “An open love letter.”
Craigslistin'
Today it’s the lawyer’s office and the end of what has been a pretty roller-coasterish process since December when we put Brian’s house up for sale, and even though we’ve had a few days for it all to sink in, I’m just starting to… Continue Reading “Craigslistin'”
Crossing the threshold.
This is the end note to the last post. A fact I almost knew as I finished writing but wanted to wait on until it was finalized. After all, we have already lost two houses in the search process, why cry wolf one more… Continue Reading “Crossing the threshold.”
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