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Yesterday, I gifted myself with a membership to the Art Institute of Chicago, one of my most favorite places in the world. It was surprisingly affordable, and I intend to take advantage of the membership on most of my days off from work. Like today. Shortly, I’ll be bundling up against the cold and making…
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Sometimes, you just don’t know what to write. I mean, as far as blog posts go. When it comes to writing books, I have more ideas than I know how to handle. Short stories can be a little more challenging, but I’ve got a handful of ideas there, too. But blog posts, especially when you…
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I don’t know if you noticed or not, but it’s hot out. Really hot. Some might even go as far as to say sweltering hot. Scorching hot. Hot, hot, hot. I don’t do well in the heat. Everyone here jokes that it’s because I’m from Michigan, but I’ve always been a little bit susceptible to…
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So, remember my buddy Erasmus and what he had to say about the desire to write growing with writing? Well, these stories in my head, they are like limes: Lately, especially today, after a freak storm with hail and lightning and possibly cows flung through the air at an alarming rate sent me home from…
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With today being Father’s Day and everything, I felt it was pretty prudent to take a stab at a post celebrating the men who brought us into the world, the men who raised us up from tiny little sprogling to the sometimes-adults we are today, hammering away at our keyboards and trying to make a…
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My mornings are sacred. There used to be a time (we’ll call it “college”) where I considered myself a night owl. Classes were carefully chosen to start much later in the morning, if not in the afternoon, and I was a closer at my job, sometimes not getting home until two in the morning. And…
L.S. Engler 