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The Art of Radical Self-Trust
As a writer I have always believed in trusting the reader. If a writer fails this, the prose suffers. It is where walls of text and overwrought exposition is born and storytelling goes to die.
Leaving Twitter? Where to Find Me
If you choose to leave Twitter, that’s a decision I understand and respect. At this time, I don’t have any plans to leave but that may change in the future. If you’d like to stay in touch and keep me in your networks, here are the other ways to reach me.
Killing My Darlings—Well, Just One of Them
Why I’m getting rid of a pseudonym I recently pulled a project from Kindle Vella. Because of the considerable delays in getting any content removed from the ‘Zon, I can’t reveal much more about it than that until I have it back in my hands and safely withdrawn from the platform. The reasons I pulled…
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The New Rule of Dating in the Pandemic is That There Are No Rules
Wasn’t dating already enough of a challenge? What even is the dating scene right now? Dating is hard. It just is. It’s never going to get easier. Adding the stress and uncertainty of a pandemic when it isn’t safe to be within six feet of others, it can feel like those of us who are…
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Two Things People Misunderstand About the Words of Affirmation Love Language
The key word is “affirmation,” not “words.”
Schrodinger’s Pandemic: The Anxiety of Knowing We May Never Know
By Saturday morning, on August 1, I almost burned my eggs when I realized I was zoning in and out within an hour of waking despite getting otherwise perfect rest.
“Ask a Mortician” is a Good Resource Right Now If You’re Scared or Unsure
Death positivity is about reforming the American death care industry and informing people about death, care (often hands-on whenever appropriate), what it all involves, and ritualizing to process grief and loss.
White Privilege Masks My Ethnic Name in Plain Sight
What if my name was Rei Don? Ray’Donna? La Reida? Do those variations wave a familiar flag, something one can ethnically identify? If you could put a face to those names, would it include my fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes?
My mailing list is: low-key, a one-stop-shop to keep up on stuff, and never salesy.
I’m too lazy to bother you more than twice a month so I’m not here to clog your inbox. Imagine the day you can say “I knew her before she was verified on Twitter!”
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