Me
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The Day I Turned Off the Phone
Back in the day, when the only season was Spring, rains were always gentle, puddles demanded splashing, hills were always “down,” and my friends were all impossibly attractive and incredibly intelligent (oh wait, that still holds true), I had my very first network account. This was a time long before the internet as we know…
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Coffee or Tea? A Ridiculous Dating Update
I’m going to take a moment to horrify my friends. Guys, I don’t love coffee. I’m sorry. I know. I’ve been pretending for you for years in order to be accepted, but there it is – a simple truth. Don’t get me wrong, not loving it doesn’t mean I hate coffee, it’s just… well, we’re…
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A Simple Wish
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you…
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Turning 50
I’m torn between two stories – two equally half-baked ideas, and neither of them quite fit to warrant a blog entry, but here I am. That’s right, this month you get not one, not two, but three blog pieces, or two official ones plus this one where I spew words to fill up space and…
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A Half Marathon
Rehab after I ruptured my ACL and MCL just sucked. I tried to think of a nicer adjective, but truthfully “sucked” is the best, and it goes straight downhill from there. I couldn’t bend my knee. I couldn’t sit on the ground (if I expected to get up). I couldn’t get easily into most cars…
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A Date
I went on a date. Ok sure, it wasn’t necessarily the person I wanted to go out with, but hey I figured what the hell. That guy isn’t free, I had some free time, and should the other date actually happen, maybe I won’t act like a new born fawn in some perverse Benny Hill…
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I’m Still a Mess
I started the Whole30, and yesterday was day 4. I mention this only to add some context, and for you to know that day 4 without certain foods left me a tad lethargic (among other things). I compounded that with a poor night’s sleep (I woke up at 10pm, and thought I needed to get…
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Book Ends
It started with a picture, and a kind note, and I was reminded of a drawing, tucked away in a box, sleeping in its frame. “Don’t forget the note.” A 15 year old version of me repeated. When I’d framed the drawing – one of a young woman resting contentedly in the arms of her…
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Sam: Our Beautiful Girl
I miss you most of all, my beautiful girl.