What I Found in the Alleyways
Years ago as I walked my route to work through the alleys I got an idea and I wrote it down—‘Alleyways of Aspen’. I didn’t know what this idea entailed, but i KNEW it was a source of inspiration. There’s something about the juxtaposition of swanky streets and gritty alleys and the sense of community…
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The times of our lives are in the quiet spaces between shame and uncertainty where anxiety was borne of mistrust in all the dark places we’ve tried to forget. the times of our lives are the ones that break us to pieces so that we may see the vastness of our beings when we feel…
Meet: Gordon Woodward.
He’s been called “Woody” his whole life, but I’ve called him Grampy for all of mine. He is an icon of reinvention. Growing up, he didn’t say much and kept to himself outside in the garden most of the time. When my Gram passed away 6 years ago, he was a wreck. He took her…
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My name is Amy, but you can call me Stanley Jo if you like. I grew up on a dirt road in Southern California, always dreaming yonder. Today, I understand the value of dreams but I know that right now is all we have. I have written poetry and carefully observed human interactions since I…
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