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Postcard writing is not a lost art form, despite what one may think. In fact we are closer to the newest and best form of postcard writing than we ever were. Here are some terrific and
"creative" postcard letters that may spark some inspiration.
Listening to Barbara Kingsolver read is one of the greatest experiences. For her newest book, 'Flight Behavior', NPR Books shares an excerpt of Kingsolver's latest novel read by none other than the author herself.
If there is anyone out there, that wonders deep in their heart, whether one person can really truly make a difference, I offer them this historical memoir entitled Swimming in the Daylight: An American Student, A Soviet-Jewish Dissident, and the Gift of Hope, by author, and Milwaukee, Wisconsin based attorney Lisa C. Paul.
Read MoreChris has recently published three short stories in an anthology of writers called, Acoustic Reads compiled by Blacklight Publications, and the topic of our conversation today. I have long admired Chris' writing; from simple blog posts to feature magazine articles, from a few paragraphs of memoir to full fictional short shorties. He always has a way of bringing out the truth, however small, and laying it out to his readers in an unexpected way that really captivates.
Read MoreMary and Max is a film in Claymation that has touched my heart in so many ways. Its messages and themes are many, multifaceted, and multi layered. To name just a few: True friendship. The universal aspects of humanity. Not fitting in and wanting to change yourself. Not fitting in and not wanting to change. The hap hazards of life. How people affect and effect each other. Aspergers. Depression. Self confidence.
In a nutshell, Adam Elliot’s writing is perfection, each word so carefully chosen, so right. Elliot’s words bring explanation and offer understanding to those things, both spoken and unspoken, in life which can’t be explained with words. In this relation there is
Read MoreThis stop-film short story animation stopped me in my tracks (no pun intended, you’ll see what I mean). Madame Tutli-Putli, while indeed a bit strange, plays on the darker side of the inner psyche making this animated short most curious and truthful. There is something quite inspiring and strong about certain films like these that I do happen to come across, where actions speak louder than words, the same as a piece of writing should.
I stress that…
Read MoreThis next post about personal blogging ties right in with Earth Month. (Yay! A whole month! It’s about time.) How does personal blogging tie in with Earth Month? Because the man who prompted this article has dedicated his life to a better Earth.
Glenn Fay from Love Earth Always, has just revamped his entire website. It is, in a word, phenomenal. I love it to pieces. It is professional, easy to navigate, is filled with pertinent information and content that is important to everyone in the world. Yes, it’s about our environment, and Glenn has constructed a site that helps all of us help ourselves and each other, one step at a time.
Part of Glenn’s mission is to add a personal flare. One of the ways he does this is by the inclusion of a personal blog that is Green centered. Question is, how do you write a personal blog, include personal information, and keep your and your friends’ and family’s privacy at the same time? Glen e-mailed me the following in hope that I could help:
Read MoreI remember the day she left the hospital I looked all over for her. When I came to pick her up she was gone, later she said I never came to pick her up and that’s why she left with a group of strangers…can’t remember who they were or how I found the house where they took her. But the street was wide and there were steps up to the front door. I can’t shake that anxious feeling I have it now I had it then fear…fear of rejection. They stood behind the screen door and told me she wasn’t there. I knew they lied. It happened so long ago that some of it is very vague and keeps fading in and out of my memory. I close my eyes and see the house like a colorless photo taken through a dusty lens.
At night I dream of that day over and over. She is riding
Read MoreWell it is another day and another forgotten memory, the same thoughts I have every morning for as long as I can remember. I realized after the many years I spent trying to fit in, trying to be everything to everyone; I can never remember the fine details. Only remembering that things never turn out quite the way I thought they should. I get frustrated when I attempt to conjure these lost memories as I look at the crinkles on my forehead making me look old. My trial and error moments equal forgotten memories.
Read MorePerfect illusion ill used per individual abstract fact and non-homogeneous, a refraction, subjective subjection subjected to a dream or hallucination, barbarous, incongruous and vain, projecting projects forward in a wanton lustful consumption of time wherein we sit mesmerized by the sand running out, our skin sagging with its own weight. In the moment there is no perfection but reflection of self, realization that you are all there is. There I am in the shiny surface of your eye, miniaturized and inscrutable, your parted lips deigning to speak yet sweetly exhaling an emotion I do not understand.
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