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The Point in Pointless Things
Sometimes we’re riding through life and something hits us. Something hard. Something that hurts. And all through the trial, we keep whispering to ourselves to trust, that God has a reason, that somehow…
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The Song of the Troubadour
How steep the red-stained cliffside, Oh, cursed is me! The French in me! ’Twould be better if I had died! And ne’er soiled the village place, Oh, Roussillon! Poor Roussillon! My sins art…
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The Art of Thinking
Silly me, but I used to be ardently against the modern cellphone. What positive insanity, I thought! After all, who would want to be bothered with phone calls and text messages while running…
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My Most Favorite Things
We all wander through life—some of us half oblivious, never noticing anything; others eager and observant, catching details as if they were going out of style. But either way, we all stumble now…
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The Problem With Perfect People
Perfect people are great. For real. I mean, they never swerve out in front of a car, they never forget people’s birthdays, they never skip flossing, and their hair always looks ready for…
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If I Befriend My Enemy
As long as I’ve been alive, he’s been there. Dreadful, ghastly little creature, following me through years and inside of days, like a shadow I can never part from. Oh heavens, how I…
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Practical Tips for Marketing Your Book
You’re the next Jane Austen, aren’t you? Oh, come on. Don’t be modest. You really are, right? Maybe so. Who knows? I don’t know. But I’ll tell you this—I know who won’t know,…
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12 Ways to Entertain Yourself at Home
Number One: Take a walk and think of ten ingenious ways one could deny a proposal from Mr. Collins. Number Two: Hunt down an old book and spend more time smelling the pages…
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If I Could Run Away
by Hannah Linder If I could run away, Beyond the day and night, To places undisturbed, By human sound or sight. Where time is but a clock, Who cannot move a hand, Where…
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Dear Characters: An Apology Letter to Everyone I Ever Created
Dear Characters, I know we’ve had our differences. I know I’ve hurt you. I know I’ve let you down. I know, during some parts of your life, I’ve killed the ones you loved.…
Hannah Linder Books
