Author Archives: jpeters33

2016, Recorded in Other Ways

So much of what happened this year would not have made a good blog post. Did I write? Yeah, but my favorite professor in college said that writing for one’s self is not writing, it’s journaling. I didn’t even do … Continue reading

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I know you rider, gonna miss me when I’m gone.

This afternoon, I’ll say goodbye to my Volkswagen Golf.  This ending is not exactly how I thought it would be (are they really ever?) but it’s a pretty good one, and I have no complaints.  13 years is a pretty … Continue reading

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how I remember it

I committed to last month’s 100words.com challenge, where I wrote 100 words a day for the month, and the site posts your entries upon completion. You can write about anything. I decided to finally start putting down some specific memories from … Continue reading

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Spring running for a recovering magical thinker

Boyfriend* and I ran on Sunday, our first outdoors one since New Year’s Day. Feeling a little crickedy, but sort of good and okay with being a little unprepared despite working out indoors, we went to the business park where … Continue reading

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Running. If you stand still long enough, I’ll tell you about it.

Tomorrow, I’ll run my second half marathon. I’m looking forward to the event, differently than last year for many reasons. It has again dawned on me that this is why I take notes on my runs, and why I (sort … Continue reading

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surfacing, mapping, thank you

I’ve been under a rock for a few months. No no, it was a good thing.  I’ve emerged with a couple accomplishments as well as something I never expected to receive.  But, I’m back with an arsenal of things I’ve written,  and a … Continue reading

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To Ryan

To Ryan. You were driving us to the city, with Carol. As we approached our destination, the traffic increased, as it always seems to. We chatted about three, four things at once, on and on. We looked at the time. … Continue reading

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