I used to love to blog. I really did. I would grab a random topic from my life, and choose my pics carefully to accompany. The writing tied together loosely, as thoughts flowed freely–it felt like a river running from my mind, to my keyboard, only to drain into the gulf of my screen. Seeing…
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Privilege and Division
I’ve hit this place lately in my blogging that is, once again, a place of blockage. I mean, I have composed several blogs over the past few weeks–foraging, recipes, whiny rants…you know, the usual. However, they’re all currently sitting in blogatory (that’s like purgatory for blogs, aka: ‘draft’ form). It’s just that the world has…