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Memoir…Wisdom from my father
January 7th, 2018 | Life | 3 Comments

The first thing I remember about my dad was his huge, powerful hands. I watched him crush walnuts inside his strong fist at Christmastime when the nutcracker was nowhere to be found—and I figured a man with strength like that could do just about anything. Donald Earl Herrington was born on January 19, 1935 into [...]

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Of weeping and platitudes
December 28th, 2017 | Life | 2 Comments

The first thing I remember about my dad was his huge, powerful hands. I watched him crush walnuts inside his strong fist at Christmastime when the nutcracker was nowhere to be found—and I figured a man with strength like that could do just about anything. Donald Earl Herrington was born on January 19, 1935 into [...]

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How to tell if you’re crazy
November 6th, 2017 | Life | 2 Comments

The first thing I remember about my dad was his huge, powerful hands. I watched him crush walnuts inside his strong fist at Christmastime when the nutcracker was nowhere to be found—and I figured a man with strength like that could do just about anything. Donald Earl Herrington was born on January 19, 1935 into [...]

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Tips for a successful writing retreat
July 10th, 2017 | Writing | No Comments

If you are a writer, you know that a big project can get under your skin. When it’s not going well, it becomes a niggling obsession. Even if you never develop it past the first draft, you are still driven to finish it, because writers are disciplined people. Your characters are only half-drawn. They stand naked and alone, and if you don’t dress them, no one will.

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The Gabaldon Effect–God created man, but Diana created Jamie
May 2nd, 2017 | Life | No Comments

The first thing I remember about my dad was his huge, powerful hands. I watched him crush walnuts inside his strong fist at Christmastime when the nutcracker was nowhere to be found—and I figured a man with strength like that could do just about anything. Donald Earl Herrington was born on January 19, 1935 into [...]

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I can’t believe this is happening to me
January 2nd, 2017 | Life | 5 Comments

I was yanked out of a deep sleep in the wee hours of this morning by an overwhelming, high-pitched tinnitus in my right ear—but this time it was so loud I could hear nothing else in the room. And I cried out in fear and frustration, because there is no cure.

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Grapefulness 2016. Yes, another Thanksgiving meditation
October 9th, 2016 | Life | No Comments

The first thing I remember about my dad was his huge, powerful hands. I watched him crush walnuts inside his strong fist at Christmastime when the nutcracker was nowhere to be found—and I figured a man with strength like that could do just about anything. Donald Earl Herrington was born on January 19, 1935 into [...]

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