The Only Thing That Makes It A Part Of Your Life Is That You Keep Thinking About It

Thinking About It

I have ordered yet another tea pot, from For Life. Because most of my life has been built on the things I think I need. In my defense, I’ve wanted this color, style, and stainless steel tea infusing mechanism for quite some time, but still, it was not a need. On my quest to better [...]

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“It is in his pleasures that a man really lives, it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.”

Treat treat

The above title is a quote from Dinty Moore’s Craft book, as said by Charles Lamn and Sir Walter Scott in a contemplative essay by Agnes Repplier. In the middle of acquiring two new Fashion Product description clients—thanks guys, I’m looking forward, I took a moment to breathe, and look at my pretty frikkin pup: [...]

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You Have Specifically Been Placed In A Box Marked “Why for?”

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Honeydew and Orchids He said “I want the opposite of everything with you because you only remember the bad” I gave him a sad face and said if you keep saying things like that I’ll stay sad. So these are your orchids. And then he asks me if I’ve ever seen orchids. Because these orchids, [...]

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But You Still Love My Naggin’ Ass

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I am the woman who would put this on her man’s dash. I am also the woman who will cook him lemon chicken with rosemary in red high heels, and might I add that they may not come off throughout the night, if you know what I mean. But I am also a woman who [...]

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If I Would Have Known That Inviting You Into My Bedroom Would Make You Turn Down The Invitation To All Of My Other Rooms I Would Have Never Been So Hospitable

If I Would Have Known

I started writing on this site for a few reasons, but mainly to share. Sharing has a way of coming around full circle—but not always in the way one might expect. This is nonfiction so as a preamble I tell my friends and family that they might all be written about, although I never use [...]

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But Then, When We Talk, Nothing Changes So She Chooses Silence

Rock Candy

Silence says so much, sometimes too much. So many times have I walked into places and said hello in my “spunky-chipper-I-just-raged-up-all-my energy-for-this-very-moment—and I’m not sure why they haven’t said a damn thing back to me—voice, and then in return I’ve gotten, silence. At that point I can tell this is gonna be fun. You see, [...]

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People I Have Met, and How They Have Proceeded To Disappoint Me

Disappointments

Now that the epilogue of my memoir is complete, I’m going to continue the re-re-re-vising process and attempt to pitch to agents. Experience is the most  poignant yet clear-cut teacher. I’ve been inspired for a new book… well,  I’m keeping notes to form the premise. How’s this? Hahahahahahah! Have a happy Wednesday and thanks for [...]

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Because You Owe Me!

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People like titles. Names. On resumes. For songs, names of our goldfishies, turtledoves, bunnies, names of our decrepit family members. It always sounds so much better when I speak to my waiter by name, maybe a wink or two. How much more personality did my car have to me when I gave her the name [...]

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I Did It, All Me, Can’t Blame Anyone Else or I Can’t Cry Over Spilled Coffee ‘Cause There Are Worse Things To Cry Over

No Use Crying Over Spilled Coffee

So yesterday I said I wasn’t writing about this–today I am. My new job is great, great, great. The people, the experience, the everything. Lunch at the job is great, great too. I’m no big shot by far, but I get to see all of ‘em. I get to succumb to being lost in thoughtlessness, [...]

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Dreamskating

  Dreamskating. There’s a moment, in the dark, wanted to talk ‘til I sunk. A sketchwork glow. A patchwork quote. A skeptic overdosing on the tips. Careful, I might fall in love with the shipwreck. I want. I want. I want it at the creases where the please starts leaking spring water. I will start [...]

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