Lyndsey RiepleThe Joy of PerfectionI sometimes use my talent to teach me about the mystery of progress. When I am at the bench, in my sketchbook, or painting a mural, I carry…Apr 2, 2023Apr 2, 2023
Lyndsey RiepleThe Perfect MisunderstandingChoosing sides is an understandable illusion.Jan 15, 2023Jan 15, 2023
Lyndsey RiepleUntitledI don’t think God cares if I marry or not, have children or not, move or not, have this profession or another. I do think he cares what I…Sep 6, 2022Sep 6, 2022
Lyndsey Rieple2/13/2022The restaurant turns into a club after 9 pm. I thought arriving at 9:30 would bring me onto a dance floor warming up with slick shoes and…Feb 18, 2022Feb 18, 2022
Lyndsey RiepleProject Protect: Sunshine and DirtIt’s what I have been waiting for.Dec 12, 2021Dec 12, 2021
Lyndsey RiepleTo My School and Dance TeachersLet’s see…thank you Ms. Newhouse (3rd grade) for showing me I too could wear a new outfit everyday. Thank you Joy Kruger for tutoring my…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
Lyndsey RiepleSome of Life’s This/Then’sWhat I affirm, is what will show up. What I choose is what my life will be. What I think is how I will feel. What I focus on is what will…Oct 21, 2020Oct 21, 2020
Lyndsey RiepleMaybe I’ll Write Love a LetterI feel the tired sleeping in…my favorite coping mechanism is getting sleepy. Naps conquer vulnerability.Dec 28, 2019Dec 28, 2019
Lyndsey RiepleThe Friend Who Called Me WarriorAs I was worrying about something in my 20'ish year old mind, you told me I was a Warrior, not a worrier. I think we were eating ice cream…Dec 10, 2019Dec 10, 2019
Lyndsey RiepleNew Behavior: life after addiction, sabotage, and emptinessI define addiction as what I do to avoid and escape my feelings. One feeling I have tried avoiding is boredom. In my seeking of being seen…Dec 7, 2019Dec 7, 2019
