Category: Friends & Family
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Thoughts on a 12-year friendship
I’m trying to think of something – anything to write about to get my mind off of my worry for Shannon today, but that’s just not happening. So instead I will tell you about Shannon. I met Shannon my freshman year in college and we were instant friends. Actually, that’s not true. I met her…
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I lead a double life. I am secretly a superhero.
It all started with a ring. A birthday gift from Erin, who sent me a very appropriate piece of jewelry to help me celebrate my 30th birthday: a ring, made from an M key on a typewriter. The perfect gift for a writer. And me, deeming myself clever, had a conversation with my clever partner…
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The time I fainted in the piercing parlor
A memory In keeping with this week’s theme of body mutilation, I give you the story of the time I got my nose pierced. Susan and I are shopping one day when I mention that the piercing place next door is supposedly THE place to get pierced in Charlotte. I have only bought jewelry from…
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Let’s talk about flirting.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but in an extreme friendship not-if-you-were-the-last-girl-on-Earth kind of way, I think you are sort of pretty. Platonically pretty.” Is there a double standard when it comes to how women are allowed to flirt vs. how men are allowed to flirt? I say yes. I think women can get…
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Wearing my heart on my sleeve (or my turtle on my back.)
I recently landed on a post by BusyDad about his tattoos and the story behind them. Inspired me to want to tell you about my own tattoos and their stories. I have 3 of them (or 4 or 5, depending on how you look at it), and like BusyDad, I like that I can easily…
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Some Twitter humor
For those of you who don’t know Twitter, you really should check it out. I was skeptical myself at first, but I can’t even begin to describe how wonderful it has been – I’ve connected with other creative people, which inspired me during my novel writing time and is inspiring me now as the poetry…
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Blue cheese, the Yankees and road trips
About 30 years ago my dad bawled like a baby when he held me for the first time. Has he told me this? No, but I know it must be certain. My mom had to undergo a C-section with me because I would have been breech. I was a month early, and apparently I decided…
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#nanowrimo book editing time
Just wanted to give a status update on my book. My book!! (I cheer a little inside every time I say that.) For those who haven’t been listening to me chat incessantly for the past month or so, I’ll recap: I wrote a book last month. Yep, a book. Yep, in a month. I participated in…
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A potluck Thanksgiving
For the first time ever, there were no family gatherings to attend to this Thanksgiving. Seems all of our family members were with in-laws or unable to get to this part of the country except for Colleen, who has to work tomorrow so she couldn’t travel to where the rest of her family was. The 3 of us decided…