Posted on April 19, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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It’s so hard to call myself an author or poet, yet I can’t help playing with words. Maybe that’s why I’m so moody!
Posted on April 15, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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On this solemn day of the Christian faith, we only sit in sorrow for a moment because we know Sunday’s coming.
Posted on April 14, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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When my heart is heavy with the condition of this world, I must try to be more like dandelion seeds
Posted on April 8, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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It’s not going to let me be. Is it?
Posted on April 6, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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Last night I listened to Margarita Engle share about how once she started writing novels in verse she never looked back. Maybe that was the permission I needed to brainstorm. Serendipity?
Posted on April 4, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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There’s consequences for addressing conflict and avoiding it. Which do you prefer?
Posted on April 1, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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Another side of aging
Posted on March 31, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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Giving credit where credit is due
Posted on March 23, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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A conversation with my writing cohort yesterday helped me appreciate the resistance to verse novels and poetry.
Posted on March 22, 2022
by Sue Santiago
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