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So, what do you do on your short trips overnight to the city? I had the opportunity to do whatever I wanted while my husband was in a seminar. Apparently, what I wanted was to sit and do nothing in a clean hotel room. I caught myself sitting in the corner for 2 hours and…
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It’s hard being weird. I am often misunderstood and find out later that my words were hurtful to someone. The consequence of these discoveries over time has resulted in a deeply rooted sense of paranoia. I remember the words my mother always said when I was feeling shaky about my identity, “Honey, you’re not alone.”…
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This poem was written in 2010, when I finally recognized my inner crazy wasn’t the result of my own failure, but of messed up hormones and lies I was believing about myself. How I was able to find a glimmer of hope in that season of my life only solidifies the testimony of the Holy…
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The earliest memory I have of my childhood was being held by my dad. I must have been two or three years old, in the middle of the living room of our tiny mobile home. I can still feel the moment, straddled against my dad’s hip with his arms around me. Warm. Strong.…
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If you think I’m too much, this blog might not be for you. I’m too loud, too honest, too moody, too fun-loving, too transparent, too energetic, too talkative, too creative, too spiritual, and my social filter is likened to a storm drain- almost everything gets through. This blog is everything too much about my thoughts. It’s entirely self-centered…
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Well, folks. When I have nightmares about my child being lost, or someone is dying, I’m always trying to use a rotary phone to dial emergency services. I was born in the 1970’s. Does anyone else remember trying to dial a number on a rotary phone only to get the last digit wrong? We have…
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