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Sunday mornings.
Grab a cup of coffee and join me for a little slice of life. Sunday mornings were predictable when I was young. You woke up to the smell of good coffee and breakfast cooking. You ate, got dressed, and went to church. You came home to the smell of a roast or a brisket in… Continue reading
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Where that leaves us.
I’ve got a few things on my mind this Friday evening. First, it’s always something. Second, experience is what you get when you don’t get what you want. And finally, where does the road lead now? Yesterday, I shelled out a few bills to get my house, deck, and windows power-washed. It was sorely needed,… Continue reading
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Shaking my confidence daily.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I have very important parts to an interview process for an internal job at my company. It’s a job I’ve done quite competently at two other companies, but I’m shaking in my shoes. Why? I know I’ve been successful in this role before, but it’s been awhile. And since I last did… Continue reading
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Wherever you go, there you are.
When you look back at everything in your past, both good and bad, what do you see? Do you see that life was preparing you for certain things, or do you think it was all good or bad luck? Why is it easier to believe in luck or fate as opposed to believing in a… Continue reading
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Decisions, decisions.
Why is it so hard to make choices in life? Do you think it’s because we have so many options? Car colors, homes, even cities. Where do we want to be? What do we want our surroundings to look like? How many shades of aqua do we want to layer in a room? I had… Continue reading
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We are a nation at war.
Like it or not, a war is being waged within the United States. It has many faces and names, but boiled down to its essence, it is red versus blue, not unlike the gray versus blue of the Civil War. And not unlike the Civil War, people are dying. Though many smaller issues are tossed… Continue reading
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We are not Indians.
I used to write all the time. Every day I would put words to paper, whether it was poetry or prose, creative or technical. Five days a week (most weeks) I still write the technical, but I have all but forgotten how beautiful it was to indulge my creative side. The professor who most inspired… Continue reading
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Doctor day.
Today is going to be exhausting, but I hope it’s all good news. I’m counting down the rads. Today will be 4, then 3, 2, 1 (Monday). My skin is red as all get out, but I’m slathering on the lotion. I’ll have my rads, and then see the radiation oncologist. Less than two hours… Continue reading
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12 Years a Bereaved Mom.
Yesterday was the 12th anniversary of my daughter’s death. Twelve years without hearing her voice, being able to touch her, or being able to celebrate special days with her. Sean and I spent it this year as an ordinary day, which is kind of a miracle considering how it used to flatten all of us.… Continue reading
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This is not the vaccine talking.
I’ve started dreaming about secret rooms again. Rooms that you can’t get to directly when you enter a house; you need a guide or to have already been in the room. It’s been awhile since I dreamed about secret rooms. Last time was not long after my second divorce. It was a time when I… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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