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As I sit quietly in my living room working I tend to listen to the sounds of home. The slight buzz and hum of my heater, the birds chirping and chattering from my high windows, the rush of cars on the street outside, and the constant chirps, pings, and trills
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I think at some point in my life I had a jean-jacket. I can't recall having one but it seems unlikely that I didn't. You know, as a kid or something. I know I had a corduroy jacket styled after a jean jacket. I had a
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On Tuesday as K and I were walking to her class, as we've done hundreds of times before, we were deep in important conversation. I can't recall what the conversation was about and the topic wasn't the important part. It was that we were
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You know those mornings when you really need a cup of coffee but for some reason the coffee grinder isn't where you normally store it and it's not sitting on the counter plugged in. And so you think "That's okay, I just need
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I had a long day of travel on Friday, and at the end of it I was back home in Portland. But being gone for a week means there's still too much to do once you get back to home base. Once my parents picked me up from
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I find that when I'm traveling for work, no matter how amazing the destination, I get a bit grumpy in the evening. And maybe a little withdrawn. And antisocial. And homesick for my people. When that happens I tend to wander off to my room, close the door,
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My life for the past few years has been a tale of the carefully redacted. There are those who share all and damn anyone who doesn't want to be written about - and I get that. It's your life too, get it out there. But something
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Once upon a time (4 years ago) while at a giant chain store looking for something super important (I have no recollection of what that item may have been) we stumbled upon the sunglass section. There were hundreds of frames. Big. Small. Medium. Dull. Bright. Blue. Black. Yellow. Silver. Gold.
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1. I hate shopping. 2. I hate shopping. 3. I greatly prefer sipping coffee to shopping. 4. I never think "this would be a great day to try on pants!" 5. My bestie is a crazy shopoholic. Given the above facts one would think it unlikely I would
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Call it what you will, vanity, existential crisis, rebellion, or something else all together but I've been dyeing my hair for the past 22 years. I started life out with stick straight white blond hair but by the time I was 15 (the last time I saw my
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That'
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Well hello, weekend, if that is your real name. It feels like it's been such a long time since we've had an earnest little chat. That's probably my fault. I've been too busy trying to keep with all the crazy shit the