Melissa pats her caramel highlighted curls which perfectly fan out around her chartreuse fleece ear warmer. It’s unquestionably more expensive than the shitty Amazon purchased one I jammed on my head this morning. She is clearly uncomfortable. It wasn’t intentional on my part- to make her uneasy, but that’s also a part of me so… Continue reading I like her teaching, too.
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A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
I recently read “The Women” by Kristin Hannah. I won’t throw out any spoilers, but it’s a beaut. In my humble opinion, it is duly suited for fiction or non-fiction readers. Although it’s a fictional story, there are so many historically accurate facts that I think it would spark joy in the most austere non-fiction… Continue reading A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
Freeballing into the afterlife.
I wrap my hand around the glass, the beading condensation cool under my finger pads. Some of the Tajin rim is now coating the top of my pointer finger. I bring it to my mouth before I think better of it and then, realize my mistake and swipe it on the cloth napkin resting on… Continue reading Freeballing into the afterlife.
Energy Savings.
I recently ended a friendship. Actually, I think it’s more accurate to say that I accepted the end of a friendship. I made peace with it, but only in the way that you try and reconcile a thing that you know is immovable. I think made peace with it is the most accurate description I… Continue reading Energy Savings.
Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
“So, you have a whole bunch of invitations- you just don’t want to accept them, right?” asked Sus. Sure. Sort of. Not really. I did, I do, have a few Fourth of July plan offers. And for that, I am grateful. And also, confused. Maybe confused isn’t the right word to use. I can’t quite… Continue reading Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
Even Steven?
I was trying to tell a friend the other day that I have been feeling unconfident about our relationship, our connection. I was feeling vulnerable and so, I was nervous, and therefore, I was fairly inarticulate. If I’m being honest with myself, I think this friend knew exactly what I was trying to get at,… Continue reading Even Steven?
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