The Rest Is His Story
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Terlingua Rain
What’s the most annoying trope in books or movies? At 6:30, there was still a rainbow. Wendy snapped a picture through the windshield as they passed through Terlingua, headed to spend the weekend with friends about half an hour away.… Continue reading
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Been There, I Have.
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be? There are days I would borrow again. Afternoons I would linger in. People I would sit beside a little longer. Conversations I would listen to more… Continue reading
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No One Was Watching
What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching? I can neither confirm nor deny the events of this afternoon, but the evidence has been dealt with. There are moments in life when a person must face… Continue reading
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Where the Past Still Blooms
What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised? Gosh, it’s been years since those old rules were made,The paint has all peeled and the memory delayed.No use in looking at how we were raised—Safe to say we’ve… Continue reading
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Notifications I Actually Enjoy: The Sunrise and the Coffee Pot
What are your favorite 5 apps on your phone? The coffee pot doesn’t ask permission to track my activity. The rooster requires neither Wi-Fi nor a subscription—and unfortunately has no mute button. The dogs don’t need location services to find… Continue reading
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The Absolutely Enormous Pile of Lovely Things
What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you? The kindest thing I have ever experienced is the collective presence of certain people. The accumulation of small, daily kindnesses often carries more weight than a single, isolated grand gesture.… Continue reading
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Take This JOB and Shove It
If the salary was the same, what job would you be doing right now and why? EG: First of all, the word job. WP: It’s the prompt. EG: I object. WP: You can’t object to the prompt. EG: Objection, Your… Continue reading
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Caught Red-Handed
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced? I sat at the bar of a saloon in Jackson Hole, the ambient hum of classic country music and clinking glasses filling the room, but my eyes kept drifting down to the floorboards.… Continue reading