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limbo
To be honest, when I logged on to write this today, I was surprised to find I’d done a post in March 2020. It feels like so much longer. Like everything these days. If there is one thing in this life I am good at, it’s denial. Denial of reality, denial of emotions, of feelings,…
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distillation
Hello, friends. It’s been a minute. To be honest, I didn’t know if I could write this. I still don’t. But it seems necessary. I don’t know where to start. It seems like I should start at the end, since that is what today marks. The Geek’s dad died a year ago today. In the…
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time
I have written many words in this space. Most come easy. The ones that follow are both the hardest and the most important. It is hard to believe I am even writing them. My heart is pounding. As many of you know, 2019 has been a year of loss and heartache for us. It’s not…
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lost
Hello, friends. It’s been a minute since I had words to leave here. I’m not entirely sure I have them now, but I’ll leave some anyway. Spoiler alert: I’m pretty sure this story doesn’t have a happy ending. It’s also not unique. But it has been our story for nearly a month now. On March…
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refresh
The Geek recently reminded me that it’s been, as the kids say, a hot minute since I laid down any words here. My bad. No particular reason, aside from lack of motivation and/or inspiration. I find 2017 – and by that I mean Trump et al – sucked every last bit of positive energy from…
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pieces
I like the broken ones. I like the things that aren’t quite perfect or maybe have outlived their original purpose. An envelope gets dyed and tucked into what used to be a book. A wool sweater that’s now 10 sizes too small gets cut up and resewn. A leather purse that can’t be rehabbed gets…
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art
Hello, friends. It’s been some time since I’ve had words to lay down here. In recent weeks especially, there has been a weight on my soul. Since November 8, to be exact. I know many of you feel the same. That there is nothing but darkness and despair lying before us for the next 4…
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love
It’s been a few days since Orlando. I’ve barely been able to think about it. But on the way to work on the bus this morning, when the tears came, I felt the words that needed to come out. They may make no sense. But I can’t carry them inside anymore. The friend I’ve had…
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grown
I’m writing these words for someone who may never see them. Our firstborn turned eighteen today. A legal adult. Technically free to leave and go about her business. She’s got one toe out the door. What she’s doing after graduation in 8 weeks is not quite decided – she may be going away to college…
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heart
I’ve been on this earth for close to half a century now. I don’t feel that old. I don’t think I have a lot to show for that much time. Bur recently while out with a new friend, it occurred to me that what I do have is a pretty great collection of people. Some…
foible and folly
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