The Great White Expanse

The cursor on the screen blinks at me with a dull ferocity   Impatient, impersonal and aloof, it demands words to fill up the great white expanse.  The few words I do have seem disconnected as unrelated to each other as I to Jimi Hendrix.  I’ve actually had a few people ask if we were related.  Blame my maiden name for this question: Hendricks.   While I entertain the idea that almost anything is possible, I’m pretty certain that the great Jimi and I are not cousins.  I can’t play a lick.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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