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This post is a little bit of this and a little bit of that—only this time, it has a bird theme. My third grade teacher called me a bird brain more than she ever called me Renee.  I thought she was paying me the highest compliment when she compared my brain to a bird’s.  I loved birds.  I loved watching …

Sometimes when I need inspiration for writing, I go to Pinterest and look up quotes about writing.  And sometimes when I should be writing, I go there to procrastinate.  Yesterday, I saw this on Pinterest: That’s not my definition of hell, but the words caught and held my attention.  This concept was, to me, like a nightmarish, Stephen King twist …

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post called “LBOT2.”  If you missed that post, here’s the story behind the title:  When I was growing up, my mom often made meals out of leftovers—not just leftovers from the night before, but from a few different meals.  My dad, a lover of acronyms, called these meals LBOT2, meaning “Little …

There’s a sentence that pops into my head sometimes—a whisper of a sentence that chills me.  I’ll be on Facebook and see a post, and I hear that sentence: “You shouldn’t be here.” I watch the news and hear it: “You shouldn’t be here.” I read a book.  Watch a documentary.  Hear someone’s personal story.  And I hear it again: …

A small poetic blessing. . .

Dorothy Parker was a writer who lived from 1893 to 1967.  She was a fixture in the literary scene of the 1920s but was most famous for the cutting wit she employed in her writing and social commentary.  According to friends of hers, when her doorbell would ring, Parker would say, “What fresh hell is this?” meaning, “Oh no.  Who’s …

When I was growing up, my mom often made meals out of leftovers—not just leftovers from the night before, but from a few different meals.  My dad, a lover of acronyms, called these meals LBOT2, meaning “Little Bit Of This, Little Bit of That.”  That’s what this blog post is tonight—a little bit of this, and a little bit of …