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  • Pockets of Time

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    I love the physical idea of this phrase, as if orbs of time are floating all around, waiting to be plucked from space and into a moment. Existing to give (time, creative energy, sparks) and store (thoughts, memories, firestarters) for you, to tap into whenever you need it. It makes me feel like nothing is…

  • February Reflections

    February: When reality hits. We are no longer riding off the coattails of the excitement, hope and motivation the comes with a new year. Parents are preparing for and adjusting to kids going back to school; We’re actioning strategies we promised our boss last year when February was so far away; The free trial at…

  • to write, is to be

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    my first memories of joy were rooted in the love of stories. libraries were a sanctuary, books were my safe place, and writing was actual magic. at first, it was the fantastical delight of staying up too late reading, in the dark and under covers, falling asleep, unaware. the strange continuum waking up physically and…