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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Mostly Wordless Wednesday - Pure Serenity


It was sunset on the beach
My favorite time to be there
The lifeguards have taken their chairs down
Most of the beach has been emptied of people
The kites come out
The kids stay closer to shore in the waning light
The sky gets that wonderful pinky-purply color
And every wave crash and call of a gull sings the song of a sea that's older than time, older than people, predating and creating us all
I scrunch my toes into the wet sand, feeling the water lap around my ankles
Feeling the spray on my face and the breeze lift my hair
I close my eyes
And we are a part of each other
Timeless and moving, changing, surging, receding
I breathe
Content to do that, and only that


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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

And Today In The News....Oh, Those Good Old College Days


Did I ever tell you I once floated a severed sheep's head in a campus fountain? No, I'm sure I forgot to mention that. As I recall, I was drunk, and so was another good actor friend of mine, coming from our birthday party (our birthdays were two days apart) and the local food market sold whole, skinned sheep's heads for some reason. Eyes and all! Suddenly, it seemed hilarious to put one in the fountain and leave it bobbing there.

So if you ever saw something that horrific while strolling across campus one late evening in April and have never recovered from the incident - I apologize. I was young, I was drunk, and I still have no idea why I thought that was funny. Now it just seems kinda....well....gross, actually.

Pat, if you're reading this....it was a hell of a party. One for the ages. But that was unhygenic, gross, and not nearly as funny in retrospect.

Sheesh. I sound like a grown-up now.


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Monday, August 18, 2014

When The Doctor Says The Word "Tumor" And Your Child Is The One He's Talking About, The Whole World Spins

My daughter has a tumor.

Calm down, now. Breathe.

It's not as bad as it sounds....hopefully. The nurse (and the internet) reassured me that this tumor is most likely benign, and these types of tumors are found in people under 30, especially if they're younger and still growing. They'll biopsy it to be sure, of course.

Of course.

My daughter's tumor is on her femur and it may or may not be the cause of the leg pain that took us to the doctor in the first place.


Friday, August 15, 2014

I Had Been Saving This For A Future Blog, And Now I Don't Even Want To Use It

I saw it originally on Reddit, I think. I read it, and I thought, "He's right."

My second thought was "Well, the man is a freaking genius, of course he's right."

Here it is:


I'm not going to give you a lesson on the lies depression tells you. The isolation your mind enforces on you. The pain of realizing that fame and money and accolades mean f--k all in the face of a pain that's eating your soul for lunch.

I'm a lucky girl. I've never battled clinical depression. I've had a few rough patches in my life, but that's all they were - weeks, not months. Not years. I've never thought more than fleetingly about taking fate in my own hands and removing myself from the madness.

But I've got friends who did, or still do think and feel that way on an all-to-frequent basis. And I feel as they do.

Helpless in the face of it.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: When Socks Become Outlaws, Only Outlaws Will Have Socks



Fear the girl with the pirate socks
For the spirit of adventure 
Goes far beyond her choice in footwear
This is a girl who stands unashamed
As pirates devour her feet
The girl who makes pancakes in her kitchen
While wearing said socks
And shouts out to her children
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrre you ready for breakfast?"
The girl whose step is just a little lighter
Because her footwear makes a statement
You can keep your spikey, pointy-toed fru-fru shoes
Give me a good, hearty pair of pirate socks
And turn me loose on the world


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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Monday, August 11, 2014

If You're Not A Camper, You Don't Know What You're Missing

My kids and I are at a campground as I type this. They're still blissfully asleep in the tent after a day of biking and swimming that culminated in s'more and popcorn (courtesy of our newly gifted Whirly Pop - which is AWESOME) and right now I have a small fire warding off the morning chill and the birds are singing and the air is fresh.

It's wonderful.

And if you're one of those "camping is not for me" types (and curiously a huge amount of my women friends are) - you don't know what you're missing.