You asked me. And I said: “Yes. Be honest. Be fucking honest and raw and real with me. If you think I’m beautiful, tell me. If you think I’m doing something that will mess my life up, tell me. Tell me you value me. Tell me you cry when you see old people eating alone or a stray animal.…
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This is 33.
Happy Birthday to me! I was originally going to do one of those “X Things I’ve Learned/X Things I Love in X Years” things, but I sat down to list it all, and I realized I didn’t want to just put out a huge, long list for the sake of hitting a certain number. I could do it, but…
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Pre-BDay Link Roundup
Hello, everyone! My birthday is this coming Sunday, and I will be away from my phone/laptop for most of it. I’m working on a true birthday post, which will be scheduled to go up that day. It’s gonna be really mushy and feel-y. Per usual. In the meantime, here are some fun links I’ve enjoyed. What to read this…
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Things That’ve Made Me Happy Recently, Part 1
Making this list brought a smile to my face. What’s made you happy lately? 1. Watching Stone Cold Steve Austin eating hot wings on Hot Ones. (Seriously, check them out on YouTube. So fun.) 2. Going on a hike with my husband. There were a lot of spider webs across the trail. I was worried the couple with kids…
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Moly
I have a confession to make. Since writing about my “relationship” with my father (which you can read here), I’ve had a writer’s block. I made this blog to be creative, practice writing, and unpack my baggage, in the hopes it would heal me, and perhaps offer help to others. Since doing that post, I am not sure what…
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Whispers
I wanted to haunt you Imagine you seeking my face in a sea of people, Or glimpsing the sheen of hair as I turn a corner But the sad inevitability of ghosts Is they’ll all be forgotten with time
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The Healing Silence of Art Museums
When I set out to write about my admittedly tumultuous feelings towards my dad, I knew it would be emotional. I didn’t realize how drained I would feel after. That I would understand what people mean when they describe feeling like a towel that’s been wrung out. It’s because of that, that I didn’t post a single thing last…
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I Forgive You
This is something I have been putting off. I should really know better. Haven’t I always known I wouldn’t be able to truly move on by pretending I wasn’t still hurting? That my upturned nose and indignant sniffs of, “I don’t care at all!” were just more bandages on the cracks in the foundation? I’ve been seeing so many…
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Writing to Keep Ghosts Away
I had a difficult day a few days ago. I am a truly introspective person in every sense. Periodic isolation isn’t just a desire, it’s essential for my well-being and for me to grow. I like to imagine my subconscious as a deep pool of water in a cave. Unsettling to some, but deeply comforting to others. It’s cool,…
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Stop Shaming My Sisters
My sisters, I want you to know that I will always be there for you. I will be the one saying you look fantastic and strong, when others turn up their noses and say you need to act ladylike or no one will respect you, or you’re asking for it because you wear that outfit. I will be the…
