Tag Archives: Friends

On the occasion of a birthday.

My birthdays tend to be a bit over the top, in both style and duration. I realize this is a bit silly and juvenile, but so are many things that I also like. I also realize that this tradition would … Continue reading

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This morning has sucked. How the day goes? It’s a choice, right?

I have heard that people in partnership (though I think it is probably sage advice for those not as well) should never go to bed angry. I like that idea. I make every effort to always make that happen. But … Continue reading

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What’s up, Red Lightning?

This post is going to be my own ruminations on the bizarre compulsion so many (often not even “real”) red-heads have regarding self-congratulatory self-identification and self-promotion. If this is going to bother you, don’t read it. Further, I am starting this … Continue reading

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Tell me lies, lies, lies… sweet little lies.

When I was a little girl I used to tell lies. Little, stupid ones. I suppose they are called white lies, for whatever reason. I don’t remember why I did it, only that I was always eventually exposed and embarrassed. I … Continue reading

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The Illusion of Perfection, part 1

I knew a couple once, in what was like another lifetime, that seemed like this absolutely RomCom reality. They were like perpetual honeymooners. It wasn’t just that they never fought, it was that they clearly, outwardly (and in every way) … Continue reading

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Words for a moment when there simply are none.

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. ~ Milan Kundera There are … Continue reading

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Broken.

Going to leave this brokedown palace, On my hands and knees, I will roll, roll, roll. I went to see a friend tonight that I had not seen in years. We were thinking that it had probably been Pre-Y2K the … Continue reading

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