by Emily P Freeman | Nov 19, 2013 | friendship, story, writing
I call them the Lost Boys. They aren’t lost and they aren’t boys, but that’s what I call them in my head. While I write in the corner of the coffee shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they are already there and stay for hours. I watch them because I am...
by Emily P Freeman | Nov 16, 2013 | for your weekend
May your weekend make room for dreaming, connecting, and kind curiosity. May you listen and be heard, may you see and be seen, and may you remember what it means to be fully yourself in the presence of others. Enjoy your weekend, friends. “Someday, you might...
by Emily P Freeman | Nov 15, 2013 | breathe, rest
While looking through an old journal yesterday, I came across this statement I had written at the top of one page, dated February 8. The year was 2005. Below that statement, I listed out what I thought would be true of me if my soul were at rest (here are the answers...
by Emily P Freeman | Nov 12, 2013 | A Million Little Ways, writing
In the past 10 minutes, I have: 1. Scanned Facebook and clicked on Ten Things Everyone Should Know About Artificial Food Coloring, realizing after reading it that the only safe things to eat in the world today are tree bark and air. And the tree bark might be...
by Emily P Freeman | Nov 11, 2013 | Compassion Philippines
This happens every November. I write for 31 days in October and then November comes and I have nothing to say. But then a typhoon hit the Philippines and I can’t stop thinking about the people. I think about walking through the streets of Manilla two springs ago...
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