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That makes you a star.
You ready to #shinebrightly?
Yeah, me too!
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A Star in My Universe
Carnival of Words
Sharing some of my writing from Medium. A poem about the Carnival of life.

Dear Julie,
As I watched your story of a woman feeling creatively lost, especially in the wake of 2001, I connected deeply. I simply wasn’t happy. I, too had a husband that loved me. In fact, I had two children I loved deeply. However, I had a deep hungry hole that I could NOT fill.

Joan Didion - a goodbye
Ten years ago, I wrote an essay analyzing Joan Didion’s “In Bed”. I found it three days before she passed. I can’t imagine a better tribute than to share this in her honor.
Rest in peace, Joan, not in bed. You earned it.