mostly personal anecdotes where I sometimes try to be humorous
(maybe not always, Not everytime, but sometimes)
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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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Inspiration
I know. I know. I know. I’ve been absolute garbage at writing. I could offer up many reasonably sounding excuses (just ask – I’ve been trying them out, standing in front of a mental mirror and practicing, and, I don’t mean to brag here (I totally do), but quite a few of them seem somewhat…
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I Don’t Know, It Depends: Wisdom from an Unwise Person For Lori
I have a Facebook page for The Big Blue Mess, which I don’t really go around advertising since it just mirrors my normal Facebook page and is mostly there to say, “Look, friends who read this thing. I made words with my hands again!” And if I’ve done my job and the FB algorithm gods…
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Wisdom
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be wise. I wanted it more than I wanted to be a ballerina, a cheerleader, an architect, a mythologist (which my cousin once informed me wasn’t a job, thus dashing my pre-tween dreams – I’m looking at you, Tonya!), a star on Broadway and a…
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Lucy!
Fact. I live in the longest-running I Love Lucy episode. And since we’re talking about an episode(s) and it’s my episode and I’m a Beth rather than a Lucy, I’m starting with a flashback. Two and a Half Months Ago FADE IN INT. STEP-MOTHER’S BATHROOM – DAY An over-engineered pristine, porcelain, walk-in contraption resembling a…
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