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I used to think I was pretty good at reading people – at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness weirdness quirk idiosyncrasy is so much bigger – like I can’t … Continue Reading
A glimpse into the chaos.
I used to think I was pretty good at reading people – at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness weirdness quirk idiosyncrasy is so much bigger – like I can’t … Continue Reading
I’m not good at asking for what I need or want. I don’t want to intrude on other people’s time energy resources. This is an issue that keeps surfacing in my life. I keep getting little … Continue Reading
Forget rose. I think the world looks better through cobalt. Ocean-colored. Cool. Refreshing. … Continue Reading
I am constantly the subject of a push-pull between people and survival between needing relationships and needing to be alone. People who stereotype a Dreamer* tend to think I could … Continue Reading
It’s not that I won’t have that dreaded conversation… I have it over and over again in my head. I start listen respond and anticipate the expected response. Then I start over say what … Continue Reading
I know. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I’ve heard it. I believe it. But do I do it anyway? She was just another girl in the dorms, friends with my friends. We knew each other peripherally, but … Continue Reading
My sister used to dress me up like a doll. Big fancy dresses, tons of make-up, and extravagant props, using backdrops specifically for the photos, of course. I thought dolls were boring. How do you … Continue Reading
Her husband was always so busy that he didn’t seem to notice her anymore, she said. He had school work sports and she was an afterthought – if he thought of her at all. They … Continue Reading
She said – again – I know. I know what you’re going to say. What had I actually said? What was I saying? What was she picking up on that I had never actually said out … Continue Reading
A couple chords into the song and I am right back there again… Leaning back on the arm of that cushy chair in the large, open living room, staring at the wood ceiling of the cabin, with my headphones on. … Continue Reading