There has always been something comforting about... The feeling of my fingers slipping over the angled top of my ear as I push my hair behind it. Watching ripples in the bath from the water dripping off my fingertips. Seeing the sparkle of a loved ones eye in an old photo and being able to … Continue reading something to love…
hate…
Sometimes I'm just too mad to write. Anger is one of the few emotions that it is truly difficult for me to write through and until recently I've never really been able to figure out why. I've realized it isn't the anger that holds my tongue. It isn't the rage that stills my words and … Continue reading hate…
history of words…
I remember starting this blog in November 2006. I remember the following months. How I learned as much about myself as I learned about others. I was able to reach out and interact with a giant community of people with whom I shared some common trait. People throughout the world sharing their thoughts through words. … Continue reading history of words…
a return to fridays…
the one less traveled…
Sometimes just sitting and working things make their way into your conscious mind. Who knows from where the come. It could be anywhere. A look across the table, a penny lying in the street, a particularly intricate spiderweb covered in dew, a word, the sound of a plane overhead or a vivid dream recalled from … Continue reading the one less traveled…
cheater cheater, pickle eater…
I have to tell you. I have to share. You have to know! I love food. That's not what I'm telling you. But you should know that. Also? I love pickles. And other pickled veggies. But... there is always a but... Pickling and canning scare me. It's hot and scalding and scary and you need … Continue reading cheater cheater, pickle eater…
get your tickets…
the silent treatment…
.... So yeah. It's not like I'm trying to give you the silent treatment, babies. It's just that.... Yeah. I have nothing to say to you right now. I mean I have a lot to say. A whole lot. A ton. I could go on and on and on for hours. For days! Weeks maybe. … Continue reading the silent treatment…
perfect excuse for a little black dress…
Over the weekend I stopped by WordCamp Portland for a few hours. I went in to do an interview, as asked by our intrepid organizers, and while I was there took the opportunity to catch some of the content and reconnect with some friends I hadn't seen in a while. In one of those catching … Continue reading perfect excuse for a little black dress…
seriously geeks? this is what it’s come to?
I'd like to blame my shocked awe and mild horror on the fact that I'm sick in bed and have spent the last 6 hours in a state of coddled semi consciousness as I try to beat this dreaded illness before tomorrow. I would like to. I'd like to say that my sheltered poorly state … Continue reading seriously geeks? this is what it’s come to?
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