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No matter where I am living in the world, I always return to Lake Michigan. There's a house in the dunes where I like to hang a hammock and sleep. But I'm not there right now.
I'm in Pittsburgh, figuring out life as a writer, a writing instructor, an imperfectly whole yogini, an amateur theologian, a nontraditional wife, a cat-owner, and a new homeowner.
I'm in Pittsburgh, figuring out life as a writer, a writing instructor, an imperfectly whole yogini, an amateur theologian, a nontraditional wife, a cat-owner, and a new homeowner.
Lake Michigan is now a refuge and spiritual haven. Hence: pilgrim. Although - God hangs out by the Allegheny River too.
So many books, so little time...
Blogs
- ask adri
- backroads midwest coast
- blog from bolivia
- bugigangas
- chocolate in context
- cpound and a cup of coffee
- how to succeed in middle school
- joshgreenman.com
- life in the city of steel
- life of zowee
- metanoia
- naked sky
- the o-gne-bo
- once you are real
- peculiar graces
- pink sneakers n'at
- poiesis theou
- pretty shiny things
- reflections from kate
- runs well with scissors
- sangria sans frontier
- steel city experiment
- suz's musings
- traveling mercies
- wayfaring wagner
- what's your wood worth?
- writing for liberty
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Muy lindo haiku señorita René.
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