On masks, maybe-friends, and the quiet exhaustion of trying too hard for too long. I used to think friendship was binary. That story—the one about flower bracelets and a life-sized doll—was where I started. It set the tone, the standard, the shape of what I thought friendship was supposed to feel like. Then everything got … Continue reading my history of understanding friendship — act II: the third thing
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my history of understanding friendship — act I: the bracelet-making soulmate and the life-sized goodbye..
When I was a kid, friendship felt pretty straightforward. You’d walk up to another kid on the playground and ask if they wanted to play. If they said yes and were nice, boom: friend. If they said no or broke one of my sacred, unspoken rules? Not a friend. Just some kid with poor judgment. … Continue reading my history of understanding friendship — act I: the bracelet-making soulmate and the life-sized goodbye..
cami is absent today…
When I was a kid, all the way through the end of my school career, I was frequently absent. I was accused regularly of playing sick to achieve this level of absence. The amount of guilt I have carried with me over the years for faking sick is... a lot. It's a lot to carry. … Continue reading cami is absent today…
the diagnosis…
The past 18 months or so of my life have been a lot. Never mind any part that has anything to do with anything outside of my brain, body, and spirit. Reflecting on the me-ness of this past year and a half has been a lot. I think my childhood was about avoiding diagnosis and … Continue reading the diagnosis…
the typewritten word…
There's something about the look of those stark black letters on white cotton paper being pulled from the typewriter. There's no way to duplicate it. You can't photocopy it and achieve the same effect. You can't use your computer because no font in the world can duplicate it. The indentation of the letters perfectly in … Continue reading the typewritten word…
derailed…
Some days don't really go the way you expect them to and despite our best efforts things get derailed. It happens with weeks, months, years and lifetimes too. It also happens with blog posts. Today was such a day in the land of Cami-blogging. I was writing a lovely post entitled "prints". It's a memory … Continue reading derailed…
it’s a poem… just deal with it
For the most part my resurgence in posting as of late is just me diving back into myself. Allowing me a chance to be me for a while and to work with something I love. Words. My love affair with words started when I was young. Very young. When my older brother started reading I … Continue reading it’s a poem… just deal with it
back it
In July of last year a dear friend of mine decided to follow her bliss. Her vision. Her desire in life. She decided to set aside so many other parts of her life and focus on a task that she found important to her soul, and also, to the future of on line publishing. Michelle … Continue reading back it
musing
I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to. Writing is a pleasure for me. A comfort. A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes one emotion, one thought, one … Continue reading musing
if only I had a mini tape recorder…
Last night right before I went to sleep I thought of a brilliant blog post. I had it half written out in my head. It wasn't the meaning of the universe or anything, I wasn't solving the worlds problems but I'm pretty sure it was witty, snarky and highly observational. Also funny. Let's not forget … Continue reading if only I had a mini tape recorder…
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