3. knowing who you are: back to the wild woman

The summertime does this to me. It gets me thinking about multi-colored seed beads and the healing powers of crystals and wide-brim hats that shade from the sun and high-waist ’90s-era cut-off jeans. It gets me thinking about what these things represent in me, and whether they hold true when I trade in those shorts…

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being a girl is fun: an inside look at a trip to the gyno

So you’re sitting in a busy office waiting room, waiting to have your lady bits poked and prodded by a metallic piece of equipment. There are children running around, remaining successfully un-caught by their mothers who are already another 5 months pregnant. There are very important-looking ladies having very important-looking hushed conversations on their cell…

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xxviii

28. I kind of can’t believe I’m actually 28 now, even though for some odd reason I’ve felt 28 all year. Now that I am, I’ll probably start thinking I’m 23 or something. ‘Course. But here I am, finally, at the halfway point between the start of this blog and the day I turn 30: Still…

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