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Honoring the Fallow

I sat in the car sharing my experience of the previous two months and Mynde listened. When I finished my story, she simply said, “Sounds like the fallow’s been important for you.” We continued to talk, while I silently pondered the meaning of fallow and how it related to my current state in life as [...]

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Why I Went from @CoachDian to @DianReid

Yesterday I switched my username on Twitter from @CoachDian to @DianReid, a change that’s been in the works (AKA, playing pinball in my brain) for months. Funny thing is, I thought it would be painful and complicated, but when it came down to it, the process was pretty simple and painless. It was all the pinball [...]

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Reverb 10: New Name.

Let’s meet again, for the first time. If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why? ~ Becca Wilcott When I was younger I wished my name was Denise. For no reason at all, really, I just liked the name. It didn’t help that [...]

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Reverb 10: Lesson Learned.

Fear steps in and gently wraps her fingers around my throat, as if to measure. Just as she assures me this is for my own good, her grip firms and tightens around my neck. My senses begin to numb. I cease to feel pain and almost can’t tell that I’m no longer breathing. Almost. I [...]

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Reverb 10: Make.

What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear some time for it? ~ Gretchen Rubin The last thing I made was this rainbow painting.

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Holiday Solstice

We are told that there is strength in numbers. That united we will stand, and divided we will fall. That two is better than one. That being alone is difficult. That no one should be alone. That alone is for suckers. Especially during the Holidays. I have consciously and unconsciously believed this crap for years. [...]

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My Choice (or Emotional Poverty) and The Girl Effect

My clock is ticking. My girl clock. And not in the way you’re probably thinking. My girl clock that still remembers what it was like to be twelve years old and scared, not knowing what life lay ahead of me. I did not grow up in poverty, unless you count emotional health as wealth. And [...]