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This is what I know A good memory Post coffee Pre wine A few years ago a friend of mine screamed up at the heavens in a very crazy bitter unhappy voice: I NEED MY FUCKING LIFE TO CHANGE NOW, RIGHT FUCKING NOW, THIS FUCKING...
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What i know Post coffee No wine Tomorrow would be my Mom’s birthday, and I’m gonna honor her by re-posting this, and because it’s an important story about bullying and advocating for others. We all need an advocate. We all need someone to stand with...
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This will be wholly unpopular, but, you know… so were rubber thongs for a while and now everyone wears them to the beach. Flip flop thongs, not panty thongs. I don’t think Oprah should run for President. Before you go all fuck you on me,...
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Nothing like waking up to a private message from some guy you never met, never had a one night stand with, and whose profile picture is a cartoon version of himself. He felt the need to tell me IN ALL CAPS that I was a...
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This is what I know this morning Post coffee Pre wine Nothing like waking up to a private message from some guy you never met, never had a one-night stand with, and whose profile picture is a cartoon version. He felt the need to tell...
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it had been imbedded in the palm of his hand. they had to pry his hand open, and remove it. it was their 20th anniversary, and life had not been overly kind to my mom and dad. a set of circumstances spiraled and set them...
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this is what i know this morning post coffee pre wine a little over one year ago i set out to do something because i was in deep pain. it took the death of robin williams to shed a massive light – a fucking klieg...
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i know love. i know good love. bad love. kind love. mean love. tough love. easy love. i know the difference between being nice and being good, and being good is all about love. i know that when my husband, my gorgeous amazing husband saw...
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a woodchuck is in our garden. i say our, but really, truly, it is ken’s garden. he tends to it, he weeds it, he grows vegetables & flowers in it, he gets down on his hands & knees — often in prayer mode — to...
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