
mostly personal anecdotes where I sometimes try to be humorous
(maybe not always, Not everytime, but sometimes)
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Our Halloween Book Pick: Don’t Tell Jenn
We finally picked our Halloween read… and it’s not what I expected. Also, remember: we are absolutely not telling Jenn. I’ll explain why.
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Halloween Reads, Bookstore Elves, and a Purrfectly Ironic Ending
I went searching for a cozy, non-scary Halloween book and ended up with great recommendations, a delightful bookstore detour, and, because the universe has jokes, a novel about Schrödinger’s Cat.
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The Post I Deleted, the Ideas That Cratered, and the Weight of Year Ten
I deleted a post yesterday because it didn’t sit right with me, and this new one walks through the messy beats behind it – missing the synergy of my old sketch‑writing classes, the challenge of fundraising for The Jay Walkers, and the emotional whiplash of facing the 10th anniversary of losing Jay. It’s a mix…
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Since Then
Ten years after losing Jay, I’ve yelled at ashes, traveled the world, joined an orchestra, thrown a reverse Quinceañera, and built a suicide‑prevention team in his name. This is a look at the last decade and a reminder of why I still walk for him.
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I’m Southern, Not A Sociopath
My therapist asked me to explore my “shallow” emotions through writing and really try to “feel” them. So here we are.
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Don’t Read the Thought Bubble
I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing. I probably mentioned that previously, but hey, I’m mentioning it again because why not. To get back into that habit, I’m sourcing prompts – either from WordPress or some other source — which saves the two of us (or the ten of us, if we…
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A Random Encounter & A Hug
A story about a random encounter that wasn’t really mine.
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Something I Learned In High School
I sat down to clean my desk. Instead, I wrote about orchestra bullies, trash‑can acrobatics, unexpected courage, and the lessons that stuck with me for decades. Come see how I got from Point A to… whatever this is.
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We Few, We Happy Few, We Tree Rockin’ Few
My personal St. Crispin’s Day speech. I hadn’t actually forgotten. I just kind of did everything but write. And now here we are, a month later, when no one has any memory of me hinting at that story—or they simply knew better. Hey, I know I’m bad at posting regularly. But y’all, I’m ready to…
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That’s A Wrap: 2025
Workplace juggling, carpool shenanigans, leaving orchestra, returning to orchestra, fundraising successes (go us!), and me as a singing Christmas tree do. Plus, a recounting of what I didn’t accomplish. GO ME!
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Gym & Other Struggles
The post highlights the deep connection between exercise and mental well-being, and the ongoing effort to reclaim that balance.
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Bye, Buddy
It began with… “Are you going to make a speech?” x3 Followed by… “You’re going to get up there, right?” I thought about it. I thought about the shape of my speech—how it would sound rolling out of my mouth, in THIS drawl—the ways in which the audience might react. I imagined myself standing with…
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Never Prouder
Beth brags about her fundraising team who kicked some serious tush in 2025!
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