Slippery Walls and a Comfy Seat

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Sometimes it feels as if I am at the bottom of a well with slippery walls. It’s rarely as bad as it sounds. Or bad at all.   My writer’s cave feels like this, a [...]

Sympathy, Empathy, and Not Making it Worse

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It’s tough.   Witnessing someone we care about going through something painful can bring even the strongest of us to our knees.   We struggle with what to say, what to do, how to act, [...]

Chasing Rainbows

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It was a typical day in the Pacific Northwest: overcast with spots of rain throughout the day. On the long scenic drive from one of my honey’s favorite annual rituals (an oyster festival) we were [...]

Feedback. And Vomiting.

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Feedback can be a lot like vomiting.   That image comes to me as my days fill with critique, both giving and receiving. I'm helping several people with their artistic works in progress as well [...]

Rise. And Rise Again.

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My name, Pascale, is related to Easter. It’s, admittedly, an odd choice for atheist parents to name their daughter, but I digress.   Rebirth is my middle name. (Actually, Elizabeth is my middle name, but [...]

Your Check Engine Light Is On

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  Even the most rudimentary, single-celled organism has the ability to seek pleasure and avoid pain.   Why, then, are we – as complex beings with consciousness and choice – taught that the pursuit of [...]

The Price

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I've been creating a series of novels with a recurring theme: the price of the life we desire. (You can get yourself a chapter right here.) They explore relationships, career choices, and feeling right in your [...]

Summer Reading

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It’s been a lovely summer, hasn't it?   In case you think I've sent out this email six months too late, in New Jersey it's been hard to remember that it's still February. Basking in [...]

The Gift Of A Week Gone Wrong

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It’s been a very odd week.   My daughter had surgery to rebuild a knee destroyed in a bad ski accident, our first foray into major medical issues.   The two of us spent four [...]

Call Me A Snowflake

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I woke the other morning to a snowstorm outside my window. It was coming down in thick, chunky clumps, with nary a delicate snowflake to be found.   I was reminded of something I had [...]

Snowglobe of the Mind

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"Each one of us is called to become that great song that comes out of the silence, and the more we let ourselves down into that great silence the more we become capable of singing [...]

The Library of Guiding Principles

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"To be well informed, one must read quickly a great number of merely instructive books. To be cultivated, one must read slowly and with a lingering appreciation the comparatively few books that have been written [...]

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