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Posts by Lisbeth

Things That Don’t Fit Together …

How many parts of our lives do we mash together, trying to make things fit? How many times have we found ourselves in a job or a relationship, squirming and trying to change (we never really changed) in order to fit our role?

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Psst. I Have a New Book That Needs Your Support!

My new project is a book called "Be Better" and you can find it (and fund it!)  on the crowdfunding platform Kickstarter.

(Some of you might know this because you've already supported it and got the campaign off to a roaring start! Thank you!)

Allow me to cut to the chase: the old ways of publishing aren't dead, but they're very different from what they used to be. There are fewer publishing houses, fewer bricks-and-mortar bookstores, etc. and the "advance and a book tour" days now belong to the Hillary Clintons and the Malcolm Gladwells of the world. That's not me. (Surprise!)

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Project Kindness: The Jason Fine Story

We all know cancer sucks. Jason Fine knows that better than most, because it's killing him. But he's going down swinging with kindness.
For the first time, I'm publishing a story by another writer on this blog because time is short and I think you should know Jason's story while he still draws breath on this Earth. Project Kindness is perhaps the way we all should live, and it's the way Jason has chosen to go out. Thank you, Jason. Even though I never met you in person, I will always remember you.
Big hugs,
Lisbeth
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Jason Fine’s Project Kindness  by Priscilla Tallman
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Don’t Let Darkness Grow

We feel dark. Depressed. Down. Whatever you want to call it.

We're just barely ourselves, or we're the lowest energy form of ourselves. Dark thoughts, little action, waves slowly lapping the shore at low tide. The water ebbs and we can see the bones of our dreams, drying in the sun. We can seemingly no more rouse our spirits to reveille than we can use our fingers to pull the ocean to the dunes.

And we try to keep to ourselves, because who the heck wants to see the real and the ugly inside our heads?

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I’m Not Dying For Points

I was chasing (or trying to chase) my riding partner up a dusty trail yesterday when it occurred to me, in the middle of mashing my pedals and sucking the warm morning wind, that I wasn't going to catch her. She had 25 yards on me, and I had 25 years on her. And then I realized that I didn't need to catch her anymore.

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