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Ghost Summer: Stories (Sept. 1) — My love affair with short stories, and why you should write them too
For at least 16 consecutive days now, I’ve been averaging 5,000 words a day; that’s around 80,000 words in a little over 2 weeks.
In the past, I’ve had certain occasional days where I wrote 8,000 – 10,000 words, but that often meant I was unable to write for the rest of that week.
Now, it seems I’ve found a system that can keep me consistently productive, and I want to share it with you.
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Painter, butcher and baker
Smart phones and hackers
Real people and fakers
Joker and terminator
Broken marriages and mediator
Caregiver and caretaker
Preacher and master-bater
Graveyards and movie theatre
Real lover and hater
Patriot acts like a traitor
Vegetarian eating like an alligator
Buddha killing like a gladiator
Devil is on vacation
He has hired religious predator
We forget to live and forgive
Giver has become a taker
Creations forgot about their creator
God looking for a new translator
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We have our down moments, but maybe the responses show a bigotry that should not be a part of any of us; Shame on us Christians who have been party to his hurt.
I’m not talking about me. I am most definitely an alcoholic. I am talking about this study that came out a few days ago — published by the CDC. It says, something to the effect, that most hard-core drinkers are not classified as alcoholics. I cracked up when I saw several social media posts (referring to it) stating “yeah, take this b*tch, I told you I didn’t have a drinking problem”.
It busts me up that some folks are using this to “prove” they don’t have alcoholism. Don’t get me wrong, I am not lacking empathy, it is just that (for me) there is no scientific study that could have diagnosed my “crazy”. It was up to me, to determine my alcohol problem. My denial was thicker than any empirical science, known to humankind.
In any case, I would have blown the story off, but it has some series “legs”. Almost all the major media outlets have…
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Do you ever let yourself down? I let myself down when I over plan and don’t get done what I have planned. I let myself down when I, in effect, tell God, ”Don’t be concerned about me; I’ve got this. It is Dot-sized.” I let myself down when I depend on self, instead of asking for God to transform me. Just for today, LORD, give me the serenity to do the things I can do, to get up once again. I need to pray often the words of the serenity prayer:
“God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
that should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
one from the other.
Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.
Amen.” American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr
My thought of this came about today because I try to adhere most days to a three-meals-a-day eating plan with planned snacks. I headed from the living room and Facebook, through the kitchen to our bedroom. That is, it should have been through the kitchen. Unfortunately. I saw on the counter a jar of crunchy peanut butter that someone (when I use a lowercase “s,”I am the guilty party. When I capitalize the “S,” He is the culprit.) had left out. What should have been a conscious decision was unconscious progression. “Oh, there’s peanut butter. I like peanut butter. I haven’t had anything sweet in hours. I like sweets. I need sweets. I’ll eat peanut butter.” Actually, with no thought at all, not even considering if I could ask God to bless my split-second action, I had grabbed a spoon, twisted open the jar, dived in with my spoon, and had it in my mouth before I realized what I was doing.
Yes, I was having one of those “I’m tired (awoke too early at five a.m.), but I can handle this on my own” days. How quickly God’s spirit can nudge me to see that in all things I am to make my requests unto God. You know, there really is peace when we surrender our wills and ours ways to God.
Questions about addiction come up frequently in therapy. Many people have a difficult time identifying as addicts because of the stigma associated with the word. It’s not easy to accept that one might have a life-controlling problem.
Some clients, especially those who have had experience in Twelve Step recovery, identify freely as addicts. For others, the realization that they might be struggling with an addiction dawns more slowly. Eventually, they open up about what has brought them into therapy, and how their specific “presenting problem” is affecting:
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