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Daddy Daydreamer

How I rekindled my dreams

I want to dream big, like when I was a kid

Be it resolved that I will become the greatest writer that I can be. Be it resolved that I will be me.

This post contains coarse language which may be offensive to some readers.

I used to dream big. Until I grew up. Adulthood is where my dreams died.

Lately, I've had inklings of creative momentum percolate through my brain. I can't deny this desire to be more than a rat in a race.

But it seems so hard to extricate myself . . .

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October 19, 2017

How my mom inspired me to be a writer

She fostered a love of reading and writing through her diary

Journal and hat on bench, photo by Sue Anna Joe
Photo: Freeimages.com – Sue Anna Joe

When I was a kid, Mom encouraged me to keep a journal. "Aw, do I have to write?" I often complained.

She said I'd thank her as an adult.

My mother documented her experiences and viewed things from my kid perspective. The diary, sometimes written in the second person, was like a . . .

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May 11, 2017

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