There’s a thing about being TV writer that most lay people don’t know: when an episode says Written By a person, say, Me, there is a chance that I wrote as few as somewhere from …
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Burnout
No one: Say Bekah, what’re you up to this weekend? Me: Oh, just stressing about how to properly describe the stress I feel about not yet finding time to read this book that Blaine sent …
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Glass Pumpkins
Thumbing through my North Carolina Our State Magazine this morning, wishing its pages of Blue Ridge Mountain pictures were one of Bert’s murals that I could leap into, I came across a beautiful spread of …
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Disturb us, oh Lord
I posted this Sir Francis Drake poem / prayer on my blog 14 YEARS AGO, WHAT?! LITERALLY WHAT. I found it etched on the side of a Baptist church somewhere in Brooklyn, and every now …
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🎃 dump
Friday I found heaven on earth with my autumnal son and husband, both in their boots, at a pumpkin festival. Churros and giggles and goats. I took nine million pictures as it was my last …
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for them
Last night, I was inducted into my High School’s Hall of Fame, and now my gold face will live forever above the fire alarm, BOW BEFORE ME. But really, it was, and is, a huge …
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The Lark 💔
Yesterday, the Lark play development center, which — in a pivotal life moment 11 years ago, SAVED MY WRITER LIFE — announced yesterday that it will close its doors after 27 years of service to …
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He Walks
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Rebecca
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MAID