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Sit a bit and hear some observational stories I’ve been steeping.

Short Film – LONG Story

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“Mom, is that true?”

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Make Hey! — while the sun shines. Even a little.

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Journal

She Who Harvests/Reaps

18

2015

The name given to me at birth — either by the nuns, my birth mother or my adopted mother (they all had a different story) – means “Reaper” or “She who harvests.”  No matter who bestowed the name, I have always said, when asked what I harvest/reap, “I collect people.” Not in the weird, creepy soul-collecting way of the horror genre of film and television, but in the “YOU could be my friend” way. Today, was my birthday. While I […]

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Dear Evil Loan Company: I’ve created a Voodoo doll

11

2015

Dear Evil Loan Company: When I first embarked upon the journey of securing a mortgage with your company, it was for good reasons. My experience with you has now left me questioning why bad people happen to good reasons. It was an exciting day, when you looked at credit scores in the 800’s and announced that pre-approval for a pretty-penny wasn’t going to be any trouble at all. Papers were signed and trust was handed over to you as you […]

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There is no good reason to post this.

04

2015

…other than the fact that the year is nearly half over and we’re all still trying to make sense of things. Am I right?   Coming SOON: I have to tell the story of an evil Loan Company. I have warned them, “I am on to you. And… I tell stories. To anyone who will listen. And… I am going to tell the story of who you are and what you’ve done.” I’ve also said that the voodoo doll in […]

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faithhopeLOVE

14

2015

In a book that contains some pretty great wisdom, there is a passage that says that three things will last forever: faith, hope and love.  And of the three, the greatest is love.  I think that the reasoning behind this, is because with love the other two are much easier to locate and sustain.  It isn’t that difficult to find people who have faith and/or hope and yet seem to have very little love in their hearts.  But it has […]

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“You’re not a collector, you wouldn’t understand.”

30

2015

Remember the children’s nursery rhyme about the old woman who lived in the shoe, the one who had so many children she didn’t know what to do? What does one do if that woman instead has rooms filled with boxes and bags filled items she doesn’t use, likely doesn’t love and no longer really even recalls? At what point does one intervene? If they were indeed rooms filled with children, social services would, in short order, be on the doorstep […]

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Every neuroses has its thorns.

16

2015

There is a woman in my world who loved to use the word “neurotic” when I was a kid.  It was a label she tossed around like a conversational Post-it Note and stuck often — wherever and whenever she deemed it necessary.  If she saw a woman who dyed her hair multiple colors throughout the seasons she must have been neurotic.  Any woman who grew her hair longer than shoulder length after the age of 40? Neurotic.  Her list was […]

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Did RESPECT die… and I missed the obituary?

02

2015

There aren’t a lot of things I absolutely demand in life, because a lot of things aren’t really worth fighting for, when it comes down to brass tacks.  For example, if my dinner comes to the table cold, that’s okay. I won’t send it back to the kitchen.  Because it is not that big of a deal to me.  Besides, I think I once read an article that said it’s better for your digestive system to not eat food that […]

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