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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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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four things

If someone could describe you based on four of your most defining favorite things…what would they be? Coffee. Pugs. Romance Novels. Sunshine? Red Wine. Popcorn. Scandal. Funk Music? Preds. Titans. Broadway. Free Parking? It’s a fun challenge! I tried making up my own list and…of course….much as I can ramble in writing, I could hardly…

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the day after xmas [a poem]

Twas the day after Christmas And the house…it was COLD. They’d spent days up north Where the snowy winds blowed. But home on the farm had surprises in mind And they came to the cabin, where something else they did find. Their breath they could see As they lit up a fire And drank whiskey…

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