Tag Archives: Self

To Be a Bird

November 6, 2015


I have this really big single-pane window in my office. Right outside of it is the landscaping for the front of the house and a view of the street. In the right, one-third of the window is a, now, two-year-old crepe myrtle tree and, this time of year, it doesn’t have a lot of leaves […]

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Stretching In Bed: A Creative Exercise

November 3, 2015


I’ve always had a thing for bedrooms. The amount of thought put into my master bedroom was … abnormal. (It’s still not done, by the way, but it’s getting there.) In trying to tiptoe back to into writing more regularly, a whole blog post seemed pretty overwhelming. I’d noticed a little mini-trend flying around where […]

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The Mystery of a Polaroid

November 2, 2015

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I’ve been thinking lately about the old Polaroid cameras and film. Well, actually, that’s not true. I’ve been thinking about faith. There are these things in life that require you to make decisions, and you have exactly no idea how those choices are going to turn out. They are everywhere. New jobs, a new recipe, […]

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NaBloPoMo 2015: Blowing the Dust Off

November 1, 2015


So. November. Rabbit, rabbit. I’ve never actually completed a NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), and I’m not sure I will this time either, but, it’s been over a year since I’ve written here – and, well, it was just time to come back in some way. I’ve been leaving pieces of myself all over the […]

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July 31, 2013

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Do you follow The Paris Review’s Instagram feed? You should. Sometimes things like this happen and you’re left whispering, “Yes.”

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On Dust and Its Removal

April 4, 2013


Dust. It’s everywhere around here. On these pages, in my head, in my joints. Tiny collections of the past that should weigh nothing but combined it’s an army that blankets, its presence a reminder of things undone or unsaid or uncommitted to. As a kid we had chores on weekends and my favorite one was […]

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Tattoo Fascination

February 4, 2013


I have a confession: Tattoos sort of fascinate me. I’m not entirely sure why, but I think it lies somewhere between the story behind them and the permanence of them. (Unless, of course, it was a drunken college moment you endlessly regret later – then it’s just funny.) I’ve never gotten one because of faith-based […]

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Cutting It Off

January 28, 2013


I am on a quest. I am on a quest that is requiring more courage than I ever thought I’d need, quite frankly, and it’s making me think entirely too hard about why that is. You see, I want to cut my hair. SHUT UP. Right now my hair is the longest it has ever […]

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June 11, 2012


PEOPLE. I have done something truly stupid. Well, not stupid, but slightly ridiculous. For those of you with any sort of longish work history, you’ll get this. You know those people that you work for that are just so extraordinary that if they ever called you and said they needed you to show up again […]

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From Lessons to Apologies and Back Again

May 10, 2012


In 1991, I was a senior in college. I had my second real boyfriend and first real love and was about to make my transition into The Real World, whatever that meant, as a new college graduate.  I finally grew into “pretty”, but still struggled with the idea of “sexy” and had exactly zero idea […]

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