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2015: A Year in Review

2015 was a year of a lot. Just, really, a lot. A lot of changes, a lot of feelings, a lot of beginnings to understand things about myself, about Chris, about the life we want. In all honesty, this is the year where the rubber met the road or perhaps more accurately, where the deep,...

remembering

Five years ago, when I most needed it, I went on a beach vacation with my family. I was in the throes of some fast living, some people I needed distance from, and a life that-- in general-- felt otherworldy from who I was. So I went to the beach, to a too-small duplex where...

2015: A Year in Review

2015 was a year of a lot. Just, really, a lot. A lot of changes, a lot of feelings, a lot of beginnings to understand things about myself, about Chris, about the life we want. In all honesty, this is the year where the rubber met the road or perhaps more accurately, where the deep, gross, hidden stuff hit the fan. Life quieted enough for us to see who we...

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Wendell Berry: Where to start?

Linger around here long enough (eh, maybe read one blog post) and you'll find that I'm quite stuck on Wendell Berry and have been for years now. There also a good bit of Wendell propaganda that I spread, like how I coerced my husband that naming our dog after a living writer/poet was a good idea. His writings have lifted me out of dark places, given words to my feelings, and...

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to be all of these things

This article has been floating around recently about why women compete with each other, and why we - women - act like "guy's girls." And as much as I want to believe that all these years I was just being true to myself, I know - deep down - that I was not. My logic growing up was simple: you have to be easy-going/cool/interesting for a man to respect you, and if...

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remembering

Five years ago, when I most needed it, I went on a beach vacation with my family. I was in the throes of some fast living, some people I needed distance from, and a life that-- in general-- felt otherworldy from who I was. So I went to the beach, to a too-small duplex where my sister and I shared bunked beds, and where we had to rearrange all the...

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to notice rest

Because I have a garden and a dog, I spend my first waking hour outside. Checking the fruit, watering the garden, kicking the ball to Wendell. The time extends and doubles on itself on the weekends, but it's still very much a large part of my weekday mornings too, before heading to work. In one morning, it's really nothing remarkable. Morning after morning though, it seems to have become something more....

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