Author Archives: Wint

About Wint

Pray, love, parent, play, give back... repeat.

Random Thoughts About Stuttering, and Me

Most of my life I self-identified as a stutterer. Today I see myself as a writer. Apples and oranges, you say? Perhaps. Today my drive for effective communication may be derived by limitations imposed on me by my stutter. As … Continue reading

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The Man in Your Eye

When I look in your eyes who do I see, The person you love looking back at me, Confident, brash, cocky yet wise, Blessed and favored, is the man in your eye.   The man I see is nothing without … Continue reading

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You and Me, Yin and Yang

Who is yin, and who is yang, My protest is muted, yours is bang, Look before leap, for this I’m renown, You figure it out on the way down.   Is someone wrong, anyone right? Is someone day, anyone night? … Continue reading

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Unmaking of a Man

A man may not consider what makes him such. And, at least in part, is thereby made. A man may consider what makes him such. And, at least in part, is thereby thwarted from being made man. A man looking … Continue reading

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You and Me, Yin and Yang

Who is yin, and who is yang, My protest is muted, yours is bang, Look before leap, for this I’m renown, You figure it out on the way down.   Is someone wrong, anyone right? Is someone day, anyone night? … Continue reading

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Sick and Tired, One Day At a Time

While his tortured mind could not grasp the actuality of it, Lee was, in all actuality, sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, one day at a time. Being sick and tired is devastatingly disabling. While it may seem … Continue reading

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Reflections

The blue Ford F-150 like an anchor was heling drown him in debt. An ache in his belly was real enough, though not nearly as deadly as it felt. With no prospect change, he was driven by only one thing, … Continue reading

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