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The F Word


photo courtesy of duncan c. via flickr creative commons

I’ve got a bit of a colorful vocabulary. I hold my tongue in mixed company, in public, and around kids. But get me alone, in the car, playing video games, watching the news, watching political ads from either side, or if I’m just having a really bad day and those colorful words will fly. But the F word I’m talking about in the title is not one that is censored. It’s not one that people avoid. In fact, it’s one that the media tries to incite. I’m not talking about a good curse word. I’m talking about a bad life word. Fear.

Fear is probably the worst F word I can think of. It’s the kind of feeling that Continue reading

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And We’re Back

Yup. We’ve been pretty busy these last few months. And the blog took the biggest hit. But I’m back, and ready to post anew. So, a quick update on my busier than usual life.

  1. Moved out of the folks’ house. Yup, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but for the last year we were living with my mom and her husband. The result of trying to recoup from Continue reading
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Five Famous People I Wish Would Read My Book

Okay, I have a dirty secret. And it involves a list. Shall I continue? Yes? Okay.

You know that episode of Friends where Ross makes his five-famous-people-he-would-sleep-with list? And then he gets it laminated? I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about. Even if you never watched Friends you probably know what I’m talking about. Well, I have my own list (not yet laminated, but I’m considering it) of five people. The five famous people I wish would read my book. And yes, Adam is okay with it. 😉

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks about this. Sits and spends time imagining Continue reading

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On Growing Older

It’s my birthday today. And I spent a good minute just looking at myself in the mirror. I moved closer to the mirror. That line on my left eye might be new. Maybe? I got so close I became blurry. Smudges of color. Then I pulled away and smiled. Nothing too scary. Nothing too different from yesterday. No change drastic enough to signify that a year passed by in one night. But somehow, in the matter of a day I went from one year younger to one year older.

Time is funny like that. We use words to describe its passage, words to parse it out: seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. But when we step back, Continue reading

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Girl you’ll be a woman soon

“I feel like a girl, but when I look in the mirror, I see an old woman staring back at me.” My mom.

(Not my mom. But isn’t this little girl darling?)

Because I know my mom would be so-not-happy-with-me if I posted her age on the internet I will just let you guess. But the reality is, it doesn’t matter how old she is. I’ve heard this from women of all ages. It’s not unique to one generation. Or even one age.

For the longest time I struggled with referring to myself as a woman. I felt like I was being pretentious. Faking it. Not old enough to technically be a woman. Then I turned thirty. That should  Continue reading

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