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1. When filling the water bottle you forget to remove the lid. 2. Your iPhone, which never leaves your side, is left unceremoniously by the kitchen sink. 3. You're pretty certain the cats just want to snuggle you because you don't feel well. 4. Milk? It
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There are times that I’m surrounded by so many goings on. People here and there. Talking. Watching. Thinking out loud and rather than make small talk and join in conversations that are outside my interest I tend to find a way to make quiet. To muffle the sounds or
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I remember sugar cookies with great fondness. Whenever we made them as a kid, which I don't recall doing often, I took great joy in the cutting and decorating of them. Frosting, sprinkles, candies. Fun. But the eating of the sugar cookies I never reveled in. I never
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It isn’t the rain that signals a change of seasons here. The semi-constant rain cleanses and renews but it doesn’t mark change. Nor does the blinding sun, which seems to come more in the dead of winter. It seems determined to blind us more than to hold back
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And the best spam email subject line of the day? "big penis is very cool" Really? Is that what you think? It's the best email you could come up with to try to bait me to your website? That statement? Sigh. Hire better writers.
30 days of truth
I don't particularly love my grandmother. My late grandmother. When she died it was exceptionally difficult. There is a perception that you should mourn when someone dies. And I did. I mourned the relationship she and I had. I mourned the relationship she and I never had. She
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There has always been something comforting about... The feeling of my fingers slipping over the angled top of my ear as I push my hair behind it. Watching ripples in the bath from the water dripping off my fingertips. Seeing the sparkle of a loved ones eye in an old
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Sometimes I'm just too mad to write. Anger is one of the few emotions that it is truly difficult for me to write through and until recently I've never really been able to figure out why. I've realized it isn't the anger
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I remember starting this blog in November 2006. I remember the following months. How I learned as much about myself as I learned about others. I was able to reach out and interact with a giant community of people with whom I shared some common trait. People throughout the world
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Sometimes just sitting and working things make their way into your conscious mind. Who knows from where the come. It could be anywhere. A look across the table, a penny lying in the street, a particularly intricate spiderweb covered in dew, a word, the sound of a plane overhead or
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I have to tell you. I have to share. You have to know! I love food. That's not what I'm telling you. But you should know that. Also? I love pickles. And other pickled veggies. But... there is always a but... Pickling and canning scare me.
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.... So yeah. It's not like I'm trying to give you the silent treatment, babies. It's just that.... Yeah. I have nothing to say to you right now. I mean I have a lot to say. A whole lot. A ton. I could go on