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About Me

Funny how things are. I used to like bad boys and short skirts and drinking. They made me feel hot and sexy and fun. Now I'm madly in love with a good boy, won't wear anything that comes above my knees, and have sworn off of drinking forever. I still feel hot. And sexy. And fun. I could talk about who I am now or who I think I am or who I want to be, but it'll change. And I like that about me. About life. How nothing ever stays the same. It's crazy too because ... I'm a capricorn! I usually have a need for control and stability. But sometimes I like to surprise myself. And be surprised. It makes life that much sweeter.

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My Blog

So, Here It Is ...

Not everyone can be trusted.  And that's that.  I used to get so defensive when my father called me naive.  I've always felt pretty wise and capable of looking at situations from a...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 11:43:00 GMT

ENGAGED!

Four months since my last blog, but now seems an appropriate time to write.  This is a long blog, but I think it's worth reading. There comes a point in a relationship when you know tha...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 15:01:00 GMT

The Crying is Done

"Let your tears fall like the shedding of skin on the outer layer of the cocoon that must now release your butterfly. For so long this job has been a source of pain for you. Now let it be a source of...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:07:00 GMT

Humbled

I made a decision a long time ago that I was going to release disappointment.  I meant that.  For months my status has read "Blank days until I quit my damn job."  You may have noticed ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 20:36:00 GMT

Holy Sesame Sticks!

So, my roomie, Aricka, has completely lost her mind.  Consequentially, she's rubbed off on me.  Admittedly, I've known about the cleanse for a while and watched other people effectively tort...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:19:00 GMT

My Father’s Garden (Poem)

My Father's GardenInspired by the poem-a-day for NPM contributors (I haven't written poetry in months.  Thanks.  I think.)OnceI belonged to an apple tree that sputtered blood in spring and h...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 11:30:00 GMT

A Quiet Ache

Mothers are super humans.  They have super human strength, super human powers, and super human senses.  They are so super, in fact, that they belong to a very private, highly respected mom c...
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 12:00:00 GMT

Moments

I believe that if you give energy to something, something will give energy back to you. I don’t want to be the type of person who thinks fate will be cruel to me ... but.  I can’t hel...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:00:00 GMT

And So It Begins ...

So, Marvin and I went to Atlanta on Friday and just got back yesterday night.  We're checking it out with the potential of moving there this August.  Here is what I was expecting:A metropoli...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:06:00 GMT

Star Struck

So, I've got this friend.  She's very giving and understanding, but sometimes she can be a little stubborn.  Like me.  Although, she's not really like me.  Actually, she's nothing ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 21:00:00 GMT