Moira Finley, 41, florist - is embarking on a new path to find her place in the world.
Cleveland, Ohio - June 14, 1993.
My ex-therapist always suggested keeping a journal. So here we go I guess.
First day as an unemployed florist. Months in the making but I did it - I sold the shop! Twelve years of blood and sweat. Just couldn’t do it anymore. My heart wasn’t in it. Such a shame when our love for things falls cold. No more settling for safe and familiar.
I want to feel alive again!
So with these two packs of ballpoints, stack of spiral notebooks and mom’s old typewriter - it’s now or never - I’m gonna start writing! Got enough savings to coast a few months before having to get a “real job” - I really think I can make this work.
Friday I close on the new place. The truck will be loaded and Cleveland in the rear view. Here’s to fresh starts and a new life!
Alone
Away From it All
Things Amiss
Stirrings
No Uncertain Terms
A four-part writing/painting series - initiating contact, soon.
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Saturday, February 14, 2026
The conflict has begun...
A time for all things.
Life destroys us without cause.
Cursed to walk alone.
March 2026
Life destroys us without cause.
Cursed to walk alone.
March 2026
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