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It comes as a surprise for many people when I tell them that I am only now coming into my own. My own me. My own something, that doesn’t have a qualifier – someone’s partner, employee, friend. I’m just…me. It’s an interesting and scary experience sometimes, because when you’re often defined by how you enhance [...]
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The bridges are different than they’ve ever been. Tonight, when I needed an ear – just a friendly contact with another human I liked – I reached out to someone I’ve yet to meet. Because his face was friendly and familiar, and he’s become comfortable to me. I think that’s an increasingly common phenonmenon, and [...]
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The world must sound different to me than it does to most. I don’t notice it, mostly because I’ve never much known it any different. But every once in a while, I’m reminded that I hear things just a little bit differently. I’ve had ear afflictions ever since I was a little kid, all the [...]
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Sometimes, the impossibly hard thing to do is to let go. I’m terrible at it, actually. I am relentless about most things I do. Tenacious on good days, stubborn and bullheaded on others. The hardest lesson I’m learning today is that some problems just don’t have a solution. Not everything works as you planned, and [...]
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So this morning I asked everyone on Twitter – especially the social media herd – to tell me their goals that had nothing to do with social media. (I feel like a lot of us are doing too much social media weed smoking lately, so I wanted to hear something different). I couldn’t possibly keep [...]
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I’m not a big fan of looking backwards, usually. There’s nothing you can do to change the past, so dwelling on it serves little purpose in my mind. Learning from it? Well, that’s something. This year has taught me so very much. About me. About my friends. About my family. And about life in general. [...]
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Ruthie is my grandmother. She turned 86 last week. And she’s amazing. My family is a small one. Both parents are only children, so there have never been dozens of cousins and aunts and uncles roaming around. Our holiday gatherings are intimate and cozy, with copious food and drink and lots of stories to tell. [...]
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There are mice in my garage. And I don’t care. I was actually alerted to this fact when, bleary eyed, I stumbled into my kitchen yesterday morning to find a small, ash colored field mouse curled up dead on the floor. It didn’t alarm me much (if it had been a cockroach, that’d have been [...]
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A curious thing happens to me every year around this time. I equate it to hibernation, though that’s not quite a perfect word. It’s really a seasonal introspection, perhaps brought on by shorter days, longer nights, sentiments of the season or reflections of the past. Maybe all of it. It’s not something that needs to [...]
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I tweeted tonight that I needed a laugh. Boy, did I get one. Or several. And it’s not fair to keep them all to myself, so here they are, for your enjoyment. (Fair warning, some are not for sensitive eyes). From @BeckyMcCray, the picture that make me nearly spit wine on the computer. From @JuliaGoolia, [...]
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