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I knew this chrysalis stage was going to be rough but I have to admit the unrelenting joy was a total surprise. “The caterpillar chooses the food the butterfly will need, chooses the exact space to later spread its wings, without the space, the wings would never fly,” writes Marion Woodman. She goes on to say […]

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I woke under the spell of a dream. A dream that left behind emotional residue. Residue from imaginary events not possible, logical, or related but puissant nonetheless. It’s all very perplexing ~ keep reading, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Pushing myself up from the warm covers, I struggle to remember the smallest fragment of my dream, as […]

I’m thinking about friendship today. It’s the most confounding concept imaginable. The idea that someone would pluck me out of obscurity and claim me as their own is rather cosmic. Who am I to deserve such a radical gift? This is how I understand friendship, someone who allows my fears to come busting into the […]

The business of growing old is like being subject to a greedy landlord, who demands payment whether you’re occupied with yourself, or shielded by mundane distractions. The years roll by, it goes faster than we ever imagined, and we arrived at middle-age compelled to look back while attempting to envision a future. To me, focusing […]

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The blank page is both a blessing and a curse, like an empty house, or bottle of wine. The space is open to the full spectrum of possibility but our tolerance will decide how much we can bear. The idea of an empty house and bottle of wine takes me right to the door of […]

PrologueMy name is Regan Romano and just when I thought I might be headed for a mild midlife crisis I decided a better alternative might be to write. What came first the crisis or the book? We may never know? The term crisis might be a tad dramatic, but if you consider how this narrative […]