Those of you who have been visiting my site for awhile probably have noticed the categories running along the top of my website and in my menus. I just wanted to give a brief overview of what you can expect for each one. Keep in mind that a few posts can fall into more than one category. Note: Some…
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Gifts of Nature
When my husband and I began dating, he took me out of my comfort zone and dragged me back into nature. I am no stranger to the healing properties of the natural world. My childhood home butted right up against woods, so it wasn’t uncommon for me to spend most of the day exploring. The woods always seemed to…
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Things to Come
I wanted to briefly touch on why I haven’t been around here much. We have been dealing with neighbors from Hell, and have been in the process of moving. I want to write about this more, but until the whole thing is done (a.k.a. we get our security deposit back), I am erring on the side of caution. I…
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I Bled for Three Months. An IUD Changed My Life.
DISCLAIMER: moderately graphic descriptions.
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To the Girl I Was: I’m Sorry
Dear Former-Little Me: I am sorry. I am sorry I grew up to be someone who thought about the opinions of others a little too often. I am sorry for the times I turned my head and choked on my tongue because it was easier than speaking my heart and risking the backlash. You were so bright. Like the…
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Why I Needed to Let Go (Shopping Addiction)
On this blog, I have written several articles about being, as I put it, a “Half-Assed” minimalist. And, while I have briefly touched on some of my background, I didn’t really get into the meat of the issue. I am doing that today. It will be uncomfortable, but if I can help even one person, it will be worth…
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Thoughts on a Tuesday: Ego
“Not everything is about you.” I tell myself, cursing the person in front of me, who is keeping their car a firm ten miles below the speed limit, at least. They seem to be overly cautious, I want to get home quickly, and our conflict of interest has left me feeling like they’re doing it on purpose. Ego is,…
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Guilty Pleasures: A Poem
There’s no limit to the measures One will take for their guilty pleasures I say to myself, and duck behind shelves The store is empty; I have it all to myself Thoughtfully, I run my hands over the wares One eye remains alert, I know I’ll get stares If anyone sees what I’m about to perform But the temptation’s…
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Hey, Listen.
There’s something I want you to know, and I hope you’ll remember it. It doesn’t matter if you think you’re “good” at art, as long as you create. As children, we are all creative and we all use our imagination. It’s only when we grow up that we start to subscribe to the notion that art is only for…
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Connecting with Myself Through Art Made Me Love People Again
There was a sunny little girl who didn’t know anyone as a stranger. She loved to smile and make others smile. The dimples in her cheeks were always showing, because laughter came easily to her. Then some things happened that weren’t so funny, or nice. There were unkind words at the hands of an adult whom she loved.…
