Christmas with my family is not for the faint of heart. It is often a whirlwind of snark, sarcasm, jokes, and fast-moving conversations…and that’s all before noon. By the end of the day, we’re usually wiped out and have sore…
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Possibilities
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I will turn 37 in a little over two months. The last thirteen years have been spent in two long-term relationships…just not long enough I guess. A new ending means a new beginning. With a new year around the corner,…
Musical Musings – Holiday Edition
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When I started my weekly music posts back in May, I had no idea how important they would become to me as a creative outlet. Those posts stopped in September, right around the time my personal life exploded around me.…
I Am the Walter Payton of Christmas Shopping
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There are only two things that will get me into a mall at this time of year: Life-and-death emergencies or family traditions. That’s it. Anything else is either a brief delusional act brought on by a high fever or a…
The Princess and the Taser
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess who had a keen sense of smell. Normally, this sense was a gift. She delighted in the wonderful smells that occupied her kingdom. Fresh roses.…
Embracing My Inner Nerd
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It dawned on me the other day that I’ve done something terrible, something I never thought I’d do. I shunned my inner nerd. For the last several years, I felt like my nerdiness wasn’t wanted or appreciated. Many of the…
Stop Touching the Squirrel’s Nuts
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The rain is falling steadily. The leaves are dropping, covering the lawn in a blanket of browns and yellows. The grocery stores are full of turkeys, cranberry sauce, and other fixings. Yes, it must be nearing Thanksgiving. Which means one…
How to Deal with a Know-It-All Windbag
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Ah, Friday morning. The day I look forward to each week. Sitting at my desk, enjoying my iced mocha, I began to plan my day. I’d finish up a few projects early, then perhaps start on some new ones in…
Fish Out of Water
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My palms sweat whenever I think about it. My stomach gets all nervous and gurgly. My heart starts pounding so hard, I fear it will explode from my chest. Some look at the prospect of this endeavor with excitement. I…
The Figure in the Choir Loft
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There’s something about old churches that gives me the creeps. Maybe it’s the gargoyles staring down at me. Maybe it’s the unknown history of what has gone on inside the walls. I do know that I’ve been in some churches…