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Jul.23.2009
As we prepare to move, I've been digging through the crap-o-la (I wrote that as carp-o-la first, and it works as well) that even in two years has risen up from the floorboards. I was throwing around things in the closet and came across a notepad with these lines written in it:
Listen, are you...
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Jun.29.2009
One of the perks of having friends slightly older than myself is watching them live through life stages before me. It's like Cliffs Notes friends, a wonderful way to see what lies ahead on the life path.
One of my friends used to have a habit of chancing upon something perfect and wonderful and...
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Apr.23.2009
Sometimes, I have moments of clarity, times when I know I should pay attention, slow down, take in the experience because it won't last. This divine and revelatory consciousness comes upon me about once every ten years, when, in fact, it should exist with every single breath I take.
One time I...
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Mar.09.2009
I look forward to the first cup of morning coffee almost as much I look forward to seeing my boy come through the door from school each day. Both make me jubilant. The anticipation livens my day.
I like crème with my coffee and a teaspoon of sugar. Nothing else - except maybe a dollop of real...
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Jan.13.2009
I spent years planning to write, thinking about writing, and talking about writing. What I didn't do for a very long time was actually write. What gave me the kick I needed to get me going? I almost died.
I was watching the X-Files one Sunday night, eating a brand of crisps that I'm not going to...
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Dec.15.2008
I hate this time of year. This inbetween everything feeling.
Inbetween jobs. Inbetween knowing what I want, and what I need. Inbetween two amazing people. Trying to be good.
I have no money. All my photography work is basically over for the year, and I only start my IT work next year. Waiting on...
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Dec.10.2008
A friend of mine had a house for rent by the creek, with a fenced backyard, a high wooden fence Callie-Blue couldn't jump. We moved in August 1st, and I began preparing to teach at Butte Community College in September, just one night class, but I was thrilled. This, I thought, was the beginning...
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Dec.06.2008
“Be good.” That would, most often than not, be the parting words of some people close to me. To which I’d reply, “I’m always good!” Not that I’m a menace nor I misbehave that I need to be reminded to be good. They’re referring to the craziness. I am crazy — good, heavenly crazy and bad,...
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Dec.02.2008
In late spring, I move out of Maureen and J.B.'s house. I find a studio apartment on the second floor of a house on Fourth Street. My floor of the building is nestled in the branches of two oak trees. The large casement windows open out, and it's as if the leaves breathe gold-green light into...
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Nov.30.2008
For those of you who saw this post on my Psychology Today blog . . . there is a new story there today. For those who did not see it, I'll repost it here:
For much of my life, I've carried a burden of sadness. It started when I was three or four, with my failures to make friends with the kids around...
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