Today, I was lying in the grass on a picnic blanket in a park, reading a book, and hearing the clip clop of horse hooves from a carriage ride all at the same time. In the middle of the city. It was glorious.
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👋🏻 It’s been a while, and I’m not sure where to start! I think I’m hung up because so much of my way of connecting on here and in public was to share personal stories. And I’ve become a mother in the time that’s passed, which feels extremely private to me in a primal way I’ve never felt before. So my question, storytellers, is - how do you share your truth while still keeping the private stuff private? Is that possible? - 📸 taken at Red Rock Canyon outside of Las Vegas on a walk with a very dear friend
Monday’s Writing Group cheese plate. I believe cheese enhances creativity. 🧀 📓