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As a curious observer of life, I blog on writing, marketing, my prairie - anything that interests me in the moment. I like to have conversations with readers, so don’t hesitate to leave a comment. I'll respond.

From Hate to Reconciliation – The Little Rock Nine

By Carol / 06 February 2018 /

I visited the Little Rock Central High School Historic Site this past week. The courage and bravery of “The Little Rock Nine” – teenagers who dared to face down angry mobs of segregationists – brought…

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Who knew color would be such a challenge?

By Carol / 05 April 2017 /

Anxiety. Hopelessness. Despair. These are the feelings I experienced a couple of months ago, not because of some major life crisis, as you might expect; instead because of the pastels art class I’m taking. This…

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Cleaning out, letting go, starting fresh

By Carol / 04 January 2016 /

I ended the old year as I often do – by cleaning out my office. This December gave me an even better opportunity to clean out, though, since my husband and I agreed to tackle…

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They did me wrong! Now what?

By Carol / 29 September 2014 /

Someone cut you off in traffic. Cheated you out of a promotion. Stole your big idea. Or worse for us writers – Reviewed our books with words that stung. Then gave us a One Star…

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Are you aging like the prairie?

By Carol / 02 September 2014 /

As I walk my prairie this year, I’m struck by how it’s maturing. I was aware that flowers predominate in a newly established prairie while grasses take over in later years. This year, I’m seeing…

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A prairie reminder: Patience

By Carol / 05 August 2014 /

Six years ago, I prepared the soil and sowed the seeds for a native Iowa prairie. The seed mix I chose from Ion Exchange contained 37 different varieties of prairie wildflowers and grasses. I was…

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Forging paths in the prairie and in writing

By Carol / 12 September 2013 /

Since my granddaughters were born, I’ve taken them to the prairie every time they visit us. As little ones, they were carried in. As they grew older, I led the way.   On her last…

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