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Breakfast After 10: December 2014
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, December 22, 2014. It's my first day at work and this young girl is an eager stranger. Yet something unnerving clouds our introduction and all I can remember is her mouth. Her mouth with the corners that turn down in a way that makes my stomach sour. Even though she has a pretty smile. A pretty smile, with full lips and straight, white teeth, unaware that its particular phenotype only reminds me of another mouth on another girl. Links to this post. Naked...
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Breakfast After 10: in the first degree
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Saturday, January 10, 2015. In the first degree. Where does love go if it does not die? If it never fizzles, fractures, or morphs into something ugly? If it is not burned at the stake or strangled empty of all its good intentions? If two people choose to walk away from a worthy thing because love is not enough. Where does love go when we are simply…. Will my saved love burn holes in my pockets and trickle out the bottoms until I have nothing left to give? Im sor...
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Breakfast After 10: December 2013
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, December 16, 2013. I've toyed with the notion of tearing a page from this place. A gift of paper folded into paper. I would sit cross-legged, facing him, and slide it over the (sometimes preposterous distance of) wrinkled bedsheets between my knees and his fingers. A piece of me. He would lift it up and carefully unwrap it, meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down to find that he is holding my insides between thumb and forefinger. Those eyes, dra...
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Breakfast After 10: August 2013
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It's just me. Can we take it from the top? Monday, August 19, 2013. Your tears cool, condescending. And merciless in shadows. Water stained wine glass brimming. With sins of omission near. Cracked lips awkwardly twisted. Little faith paper thin now. Wet and soft will not suspend. Links to this post. It's all boiled down to family. Like A Broken Record. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). If you want to know me with any depth at all, you must first understand the music. View my complete profile. Owls In My Heart.
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About a dress
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Some of my favorites. Media Kit and Disclosure info. May 16, 2012. 8211; Posted in:. What a fabulous week this has been so far. I had a free and unsolicited blog review by the lovely Teresa of Take with a Grain. Which has sparked an idea for an upcoming series at this ol’ blog, I sat down with royalty yesterday for an interview with my favorite Duck and her Queen Bitty, and today I am guest posting over at Naked Girl in a Dress. Don’t forget to enter my Shabby Apple giveaway. Winner announced this Friday.
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The Big Day
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Beauty & Fashion. May 19, 2015. It’s 6am on Tuesday May 19th. I’m the first one awake, watching the sun come up, on the day my book comes out. Nope Still not used to saying that part. As of today, any one of you can walk into a book store, pick up the book with my photo on it, and read pages and pages of my deepest secrets. Like, for real, secret, secret stuff. And there is nothing I can do about it. It’s both elating and terrifying. PS You can also see me today on the 10 o’clock hour of Today with...
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It Was Dark, Stormy and I Lost My Serial Comma: Oh Honey
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It Was Dark, Stormy and I Lost My Serial Comma. Welcome to my brain. Friday, April 3, 2015. 8220;Oh honey.” Have you ever said that before? The universal truth, in my humble opinion, is that having a honey to say “Oh honey” to is a wonderful and lucky thing. Some honeys come and go. Spouses, girlfriends and boyfriends – honey one day and thou who shall not be named the next. If you are lucky enough to have a honey, I hope you appreciate him or her everyday. Fresh cut grass, one cold beer. Thank the Lord ...
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Mostly Harmless Drivel: How We Remember It
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What's with the hoboes? Monday, August 10, 2015. How We Remember It. What's up, loser? Brockton Swackhammer stepped out from between two rows of Maryland corn, now nearing seven feet high, and stopped, basking in imagined applause. Nothing. Just contemplating the famous last words of Socrates. 'I drank what? Hey - did you bring beer? Holy shit, dude! That sucks. I could've used one - or twelve.". Swack stared at Ted for a moment, searching his memory. "Huh? Oh, wait. Yeah. How could I forget? The general...
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Inside the Bipolar Mind: Can You Hear Me Now
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Monday, 5 March 2012. Can You Hear Me Now. In my own home? In my own room? Why am I monitored within the confines of my own four walls? Because that's life. So I'm aware and I count the decibels because Jigger puts up with all of the temper tantrums. So for him I count the decibels. It shouldnt surprise either of us anymore, should it? 5 March 2012 at 23:53. Nope Not even a little. And yea dont get me started on something I like because holy cow Ill be loud. 7 March 2012 at 05:13. Click image for details.
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