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bruce-jackson's picture
Jun.30.2012
None of us are perfect.  Such a statement should make sense to most of us.  It should come to life as we read it. I cannot do much but get a little better, never quite reaching the ultimate goal of perfection.  I can operate as a perfectionist.  That's not achieving perfection....
sue-glasco's picture
Jun.12.2012
The rain came yesterday afternoon, and the rain gauge on our deck said we got an inch and three tenths of rain.  We are very grateful.  The fields at the other farm also got some of the precious water. Gerald said Mary Ellen called and told him she did not leave the new house until...
lance-m-foster's picture
Sep.10.2010
The work ethic is tied very much into the idea of God's Elect (Calvinism, etc.). If God has chosen you, you succeed and your success is proof you are one of the Elect, and are going to heaven. If you are one of the rejects, you don't succeed, and therefore are not one of the Saved.Therefore there...
dewitt-rowe's picture
Jan.27.2010
In recently discussing “Failure: A Valuable Assistant" by Sandra F Carrington-Smith, with fellow authors, it gives me the opportunity to share closing thoughts from my chapter “Don’t Let Someone Make your Extraordinary Ordinary,” on success and failure. I end the chapter on this note:  ...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Jul.21.2009
Before I begin, I want to say I am somewhere in the middle of this discussion, somewhere between the slapping and the slitting of wrists, the throwing of the self onto the pyre of creativity.  Both sides are extreme, but interesting to contemplate, at least to me, here, reporting to you from...
ericka-lutz's picture
Feb.10.2008
I'm in Mexico, alone in a lush garden with squawking parrots and chirping songbirds. In the distance, the sounds of barking dogs, crowing roosters, and motorcycles. Meanwhile, I have a new Red Diaper Dharma column up at Literary Mama which explains what I'm doing here: "On Binges and Benders....
jacquelyn-mitchard's picture
Jan.22.2008
After the month between December 25 and January 22 was finished, I realized that it had been the longest period in twelve years in which I had NOT been writing, furiously and daily, on a major project. I was in misery. And yet I was in bliss. I saw how the other half lives. I went out for coffee...