Not too long ago I wrote about my need to disengage a bit from social media*. I’m sad to report that simply naming the problem did not particularly help. Which means it’s time for something more. Once again today (and plenty of other days in between) I found myself scrolling through Facebook and checking …
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The conversation goes like this: Me: You know I haven’t heard about whatever. I would have thought I would have by now. Husband: Don’t get all crazy. Me: I’m not! Husband: I don’t know, I definitely detected a little bit of crazy in your voice . . . And that folks, is what nearly nine …
Sometimes I’m not so good at recipes. I skip ingredients when I’m making my list. I don’t notice that things need to be marinated overnight. Or, like tonight, I make rather irrational conclusions about what I believe to be the ingredients, as opposed to what actually are the ingredients. Perhaps it’s the dark underbelly of …
I remember reflecting on my college experience some months after graduation and coming to the profound realization that the past four years had probably been the only time in my life I would have the benefit of being surrounded by hundreds of my peers. Perhaps even more profound, not only were they my peers, but …
I’m a city girl at heart and I’m not really quite sure how that happened. I grew up in a rural area and I loved it. The blue haze of the mountains in the distance, the green hills that went on forever, the creek with pockets of clay along the banks, the river with the …
And suddenly it is August. That one sort of snuck up on me. Summer months seem to have a way of taking on a life of their own and just flying by. Lots of full weekends and evenings. Always a road trip or a concert or a backyard cookout. I suppose that whole thing about …
Nope, not the fifty shades of it. And yes, I know that is Grey, not gray; the wordplay was just too good to pass up . . . or maybe just too obvious. Nonetheless, the gray I’m talking about is that blending of extremes that is neither black nor white, good nor evil, perfect nor …
Words. What can I say? I’m hopelessly in love with them. Song lyrics and essays and blog posts and novels and poems. Thousands and millions and billions of ways to string them together and create beauty. Inspire deep thought. Shift the lens through which I see the world just a bit. Express perfectly and …
This morning, while I was in the midst of my morning scroll through Facebook over breakfast my husband said something to me. I replied. He looked confused, as one is apt to do when the person they are talking to offers a response that has nothing to do with the topic of discussion. I wish …
That stack of journals I brought home from my parent’s house included a sketchbook from the Drawing I class that I took my freshman year of college. Above are two fabulous examples of its contents. So that you can truly appreciate them, I will highlight two things: first, please notice the extremely sunken television screen …
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