The Story
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Time may change me.
But you can’t trace time. Lots of things have changed for me in a month’s time. I’m growing tired, really, of talking about my health, but it has been the one thing that has been in my face for the last almost twenty years of my life. I can choose to ignore, or I can… Continue reading
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A fresh start.
It’s a new year and a great time for a fresh start. I’ve called this the year I finish the memoir, in the hopes that it will inspire me to move past the things that have me blocked. It isn’t that I haven’t made a lot of progress; it’s that I haven’t put all my… Continue reading
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An ode to Cassidy.
Sometimes we love our heroes to death, literally. Continue reading
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Death comes for everyone.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee. – John Donne Continue reading
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Slow going but still, progress.
The women have always been complicated. Continue reading
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Been awhile.
Bumming around the world, finding my way. Continue reading
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A month makes all the difference.
How I’m feeling a month into my new eating habits. Continue reading
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Making amends…to myself.
In recovery, we often forget that we need to make amends to ourself. I’m doing that. It’s about time. Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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