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Shit Makes a Garden Grow

I needed to turn off the TV.  I had had enough.  Enough is enough.  I don’t need to subject myself to such vitriol, such hate.  No more.  I sat and stewed.  What was I going to do with the emotions … Continue reading

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The Christmas Crescendo

The crescendo of the day is complete.  The joyous ruckus of children whipped into a frenzy over the satisfaction of wholly met desires.  It’s what I always wanted!!  Thank you!! You’re the best mom, ever!  Oh yes.  I am.  For … Continue reading

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Fact or Fashion? It’s Time to Choose

When I get dressed for work I have a certain uniform. Shirt, pants, cardigan, ballerina slippers. Simple and effective, but obviously not a lot of thought put into my look. My weekend and evening wear consists of some kind of … Continue reading

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Addiction and Redemption

I once went through a very unfortunate and embarrassing phase.  I’m not exactly proud to admit it.  In fact, it might be one of my more shameful secrets.  I can’t explain why I did it.  I guess I’ve always blamed … Continue reading

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Me Too?

I have been in deep reflection over this “Me too” phenomenon.  I have been giving it careful consideration trying to tally those moments that would allow me to say, ah yes, it has happened to me, too.  It turns out, … Continue reading

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How to Start the Perfect Campfire

Unfortunately, for you -the reader, the title of this blogpost may be a little misleading.  You see, I really don’t know how one starts the perfect campfire.  I didn’t grow up camping.  I never learned to start a fire with … Continue reading

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Hurrican’t

You really can’t understand the mentality of a Floridian unless you are one.  You could never really imagine what it’s like standing on your front porch while a hurricane bears down on you from all sides.  Witnessing the shear power … Continue reading

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