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I Am a Maker

    I guess I knew I was a maker almost before I knew anything else was true. Like breathing, I knew to make.   I was the maker on the sidewalk with chalk covered hands, in the front sunroom of the house on Center Street playing school, under the big pines writing in my journal imagining myself as an author, in the barn loft putting on a sold-out play, sketching in the backseat of the car, making up commercials …

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Proof of Life | Journal Entry No. 02

Proof of Life Journal Entry No. 02 Welcome to the Proof of Life journal entry series. Writing more in general, and specifically with you, is something I hope to continue throughout the year. Like many of you, life has become clearer over the past year and there are many things I have dropped along the way that I deeply desire to pick back up. In turn, there are things I never want to pick up again. From the very beginning, …