Tag: personal
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a duel of duality
Around ten a.m. Monday morning near the self checkout at Home Depot, I was face to face, breaths intermingling, with an unprovoked woman no taller than four foot ten inches tall shouting that she was “going to beat [my] fucking ass if [she] see[s] me again,” as no less than thirty customers and employees looked […]
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Why I unfollowed you on Instagram
I unfollowed you on Instagram because we haven’t talked in years, are unlikely to talk again, and the pressure of remembering your spouse’s name and where you went on vacation last summer or what you had for dinner last Thursday is more than I can fold into the creases of my pink, pulpous mind. I […]
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a painting is never finished
The other day, I was working on my latest impressionist landscape of Fairfield, Enjoy the Beach, when I looked over at the recently completed painting While the Kids are at School hanging on the wall. Suddenly, a few spots that bothered me a bit when I declared the painting “finished” were bothering me a lot. […]
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Poem: As Seen on TV
I was dismayed to learn of Bob Saget’s passing. I grew up fatherless and his role as Danny Tanner on Full House was important: it showed single parenthood as “normal” and nothing to be ashamed of. For thirty minute segments, he stepped in as a positive father figure where I had none. This feeling was […]
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Magical Mornings & Habit Stacking
How to wake up earlier, have the morning routine of your dreams, and why habit stacking is the best thing to set yourself up for the life you want,
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2021 & done
I went digging through old journals to uncover what the intention was for this year and I came across something dorky that’s better left private (but champagne is now involved, so no holds barred): “2020 was the year of mental health, 2021 will be the year of the glow up.” 🤓
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The Anniversary of my Cancer Diagnosis
Twenty-nine years ago on this date, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was so little. There’s no way I could pronounce Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, nevertheless understand what was happening in my body. Childhood cancer is unique in that it doesn’t disrupt the patient’s life like it would an adult’s. The foundation of life isn’t yet […]
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The Epilogue
I am a storyteller, through and throughA childhood defined byLong afternoons spent arounda kitchen tableListeningLearningA bellowing laughBetween sips of sweet teaFaded fast-food mugsIn topographical handsMountains, valleys, creasesa story of their own.Age and wisdomTo have bothA story in itselfReceivingMy own storiesBefore I couldDecodeLines and curvesConnected on a pageBefore I could connectA written story to my ownOnce […]
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Is it time to disappear for a while?
In August, I resurrected this old blog with intentions of getting back in the groove of frequent posting. It struck me that my youngest would soon be in a threes program at a local preschool for three and a half hours, three days a week. I could now expect to have ten and a half […]
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