mostly personal anecdotes where I sometimes try to be humorous
(maybe not always, Not everytime, but sometimes)
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A Story of an Oaf and A Silly Woman
To tell this story, I need to share some background – a prologue, if you will – that tells you a little bit about me and a little bit about someone else. Details that may assist you in understanding why I later might refer to someone as an “oaf” “clod” “buffoon” or even a “bombastic…
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AFSP Austin Walk – 2024
On July 9, 2016, we said goodbye to a son, a brother, an uncle, a friend… my best friend, my favorite person, and my husband, Jay . This could have been the final period on a tragic story. However, together our team, The Jay Walkers, successfully raised close to $20,000 for the American Foundation for…
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Storytelling, Burdens & Grief
So, you may have noticed (or not, it’s ok) that I went out, changed the look of my blog, announced it, and then let it sit. Is anyone really surprised by this? Yeah, me either. It’s kind of on point for my spotty writing over the last eight years. But today I decided to take…
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Storytelling
“My girlfriend’s sister asked why you keep throwing your balls underhand when you get them stuck in the trees.” A simple question. The Short answer: with A video! I’m not gonna lie, my knee-jerk response was, “Great question! Tell her to worry about herself.” I mean, I’ve been throwing these balls for a certain pup…
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Fresh paint
In 2004, with the help of my good friend Anna, I began sharing my stories/anecdotes/rants/ramblings/random thoughts on Blogger. Twenty years of me me-ing at you. Twenty years of up and downs and sideways. I’m going to confess – the old template bugged me from the jump. It was just meh, but a functional meh that…
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The Wreck
Before I start this story, let me stress: I’m ok. The other folks in the story are ok. Everyone is ok. A few weeks ago I was involved in a car accident. How it Happened I was stopped at a green light behind a truck as we waited for an emergency vehicle to clear the…
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Writing
Huzzah! Another post about “writing”! Ok, ok, ok, I know, I get it, but hear me out… yes, it’s about writing again, but, but, but, but… this time it’s a different angle. Huh?? Yeah! That’s right! Do I have your attention now? No? Still feeling like clicking on something else? Hmph. I gave my best.…
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I Take My Coffee Black
I don’t write reviews. I just can’t; I lack the ability. The ingredients for composing a good review include access to and the selective application of a review lexicon – a common language or vocabulary used by reviewers and understood by those who typically read reviews. It’s a bit like a wine connoisseur choosing to…
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2023: That’s A Wrap
As I sit here typing, I realize that as much as I try, I won’t find the right words to wrap up my 2023 in a way that’s satisfying to me. My words won’t quite capture everything that’s happened (and in some cases, if I’m honest, didn’t happen) and also be relatable? meaningful? enjoyable? See,…
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Rick,
Well shit, dude. Sorry for the language, generations of ancestors just recoiled starting with my Mom, but just shit. When I foot-in-mouth texted (a new thing now) and called you out for “ghosting me,” I imagined several quick-witted, sassy retorts except the one I received. “This is Heather using Rick’s phone. I’m so sorry to…
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Homework
“My therapist suggested…” should be the start of every story. I mean, think of the endless possibilities – all the genres it could easily cross. At least that’s what I think at this moment. I mean, I am the author (supreme overlord of my story), and it works for the purposes of my universe (today…
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Poking Bears: Please Tell Me What I Believe
When it comes to topics for posts, I tend to steer away from certain subjects. Posting about work, while arguably cathartic, can also be a career-limiting opportunity. Calling people out and using their full names while on a rant can result in your Jr. High bully contacting you and asking you to stop being mean.…
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More Orchestra Stuff
As I’ve mentioned before, I joined an orchestra last year. Before I really get into that, I want a share a small piece of my background. I started playing in 6th grade. Now, in my city, sixth graders went to their own school because we were considered to be a bit too old for elementary…
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Raison D’être
I’m not much of a pacer. This doesn’t mean I’m judging my pacer friends/family who enjoy a good power walk from A to B to A to B to… (you get the idea – you all know what pacing is.) It’s just that pacing isn’t my particular go-to stress move. Personally, I prefer internalizing the…
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