READING BETWEEN THE PINES

Tag: writing

  • A Different Spin on Thanksgiving Day

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    When I was a senior in high school, I applied to two colleges. The first was the school I was destined to attend. The second? An afterthought, just in case the world’s largest sink hole, triggered by a flying unicorn tethered to an alien spacecraft piloted by Tom Cruise, happened to swallow my destiny college…

  • 25 Days of Giving Days Six and Seven: Get Inked

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    I’m a textbook discarder. Anytime my husband brings something into the house, I’m on my way through a different door hauling something out. I’m all about clean lines, order, and lists. Lots and lots of lists. Giving away unnecessary stuff makes me feel good, and a lack of clutter equals a lack of complication in some kind of metaphysical, big…

  • How Do You Move Forward When You’re Grinding All Your Gears?

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    As humans, we’re constantly in motion. But motion and movement are two very different things. Just because you’re in motion doesn’t mean you’re necessarily going anywhere. Trust me on this, I know. If I could catch a ride with Richard Branson on his uber-expensive Virgin Galactic Gateway to Space, I’d easily be able to assess…

  • The Truth About Lying

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    As a writer, I have a love-hate relationship with the act of lying. Author’s note: that’s not really true. I actually love to lie when I write, but feel the need to say “love-hate” so you won’t think I’m pathological or anything. In all honesty, when it comes to my interpretation of lying, I tend…

  • My New Dog is Gone

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    When I started this blog a few months ago, my intent was simply to build an audience to support the book I’m writing, so an agent could cyber-stalk me and see that people were interested in what I had to say. Or so I hoped. But as I began to post, a beautiful yet unanticipated…

  • I Am Not A Farmer (Part I)

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    After creating two posts a week since the inception of this blog, I’ve written nothing for the last three. Zero. Nada. Zilch. I’ve been on vacation mode, and I can’t bring myself to do anything that doesn’t involve self-tanning, a cocktail, and my DVR. For the Type A, sometimes over-achieving, often napping Gemini that I…

  • An Interview You Will Never Read in the Local Paper

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    For reasons I don’t quite understand, a kind friend asked to interview me for the neighborhood paper.  My responses, written at about 11:30 p.m. last night, are listed below.  I realized immediately upon waking that these will never see the light of day in actual print, so I thought I’d share them with you. What…