What, if anything, made you laugh in the past 24 hours. If nothing made you laugh, write about something that made you smile. If nothing made you laugh or smile—write about why.
(Sorry for the delay on this prompt—life happened.)
I know when the Culture Wars are getting me down and I'm wondering what I'm doing, this place and you, the people who make it up, remind me that I must be doing something right to have gathered such a bad ass group of individuals who just want to bake and garden and make stuff and for the most part, mind their own damn business.
I'm not sure I take the time to appreciate you all enough--because it never feels like enough--and although I've been insanely busy lately, just popping my head in and seeing you all interacting makes me smile at the end of a long day.
So thank you for your love and support and kindness. When I grabbed that Post-It in the Starbucks that said "remember why you started" it was to connect to people--and connect people. You here in this community are the reason I started and it's your encouragement that often keeps me going. It's like I'm running a marathon and I have no idea what the race is for or when the end is--but I'm grateful to have you cheering me on, running with me and splashing me with a cold dose of water when I need it.
The time has come, Pham!! It’s officially the end of our Locals era. This means that starting now, all of our content will be centralized over at Substack and not Locals.
As you can probably see, my life is getting increasingly more bonkers, in the best possible way--but that means dividing my time between two subscriber platforms is no longer sustainable. Consolidating all of the Pham in one place will make it possible to give you more of the focused attention you deserve.
Don’t panic.
Locals is where it all began so the move is bittersweet. I have made lifelong friends here. We’ve done writing prompts together. Worked ...
Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
Pham, I know it’s late for some of us, but I haven’t had a song in my brain in a bit. So, here’s one of my favorite poems instead.
Poem of the Evening💙
“Come live with me and be my love.”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44675/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love
(Sorry for the delay on this prompt—life happened.)
The writing prompts are back! And since everyone is talking about "what is a woman?" I thought we should dig into our Factory Settings and find out what we learned about this stuff.