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Project 333 and Me
I think I’m going to do this. I’ve been looking at my house the way a mama cat looks at her young over the last two months- ready to pounce and clean the crap out of it, whether they want it or not. Part of this is my latest fascination with minimalism. An old idea…
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Family friend
Although technically a short week, it feels like one of the longest on record. That tends to happen when Monday is a holiday. It’s as though by taking out one day, the rest of the week decides to cram all of the work into the days remaining. So while Monday was off, I spent most…
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Family friend
Although technically a short week, it feels like one of the longest on record. That tends to happen when Monday is a holiday. It’s as though by taking out one day, the rest of the week decides to cram all of the work into the days remaining. So while Monday was off, I spent most…
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February 13th
Another cold week has set into my bones so deeply that this morning, when I went outside to start my car I thought it was warm at first. I went as far to tell my husband that he probably didn’t need to start the car then I checked the temperature and realized warmer to me…
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February 13th
Another cold week has set into my bones so deeply that this morning, when I went outside to start my car I thought it was warm at first. I went as far to tell my husband that he probably didn’t need to start the car then I checked the temperature and realized warmer to me…
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Acceptance
Driving to work this morning I was struck by the simple beauty of the sunrise. I never seem able to capture the beauty, either in pictures or in words and for that I feel simultaneously sad and and all odds by what nature can provide. For some reason, that inability cause me to think about…
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Monday the fourth
Another Monday morning rush; little hands, little faces, so many little things to do. I packed the night before, hoping it would help us arrive sooner at the door. In a way, it did, or would have except of course I forgot that Monday itself would likely continue to be busy. Although the lunches were…
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Sunshine and shadows
We’re born, we suffer, we die. Listening to 21st-century creative, a new podcast I discovered through a different one when another writer whose opinion I value mentioned it was one of their favorites. A story within a story within a story? Either way, an interview with a British journalist turned author put me into an…
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Ode to the road
Sometimes I think I live in my car from point a to point B no matter how far. The sound of the road repetitive and dull strangely is my time relax in its lull. No matter the distance I always enjoy whether by myself, Or with my girls and my boy The road is my…
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Ode to the road
Sometimes I think I live in my car from point a to point B no matter how far. The sound of the road repetitive and dull strangely is my time relax in its lull. No matter the distance I always enjoy whether by myself, Or with my girls and my boy The road is my…