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Everyone has a first love. That person who makes your toes tingle, your stomach flip. I had two. One when I was thirteen and then the real one when I was seventeen. They both left me heart-broken. For very different reasons. Here is my story about my heart. The story of my first love and the…
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I’ve been in Mother’s kitchen making a grilled cheese sandwich for myself. I am going back home today. I came to Indiana to see Kendall and Mother and ended up in the hospital and recuperating here. I’ve been here two weeks and I am homesick but I also can’t quit crying because I hate leaving…
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Today is my half-birthday. In six months, I will be 50 years old. I have in my head, an image of me dragging my camera and curling iron up the side of a mountain. As I have reached the top, everyone I love is behind me. I look haggard, tired, pissy. My hair is Cruella-like and…
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I saw a meme one day that I thought was sad. Sad because obviously this was a huge enough issue that someone made a meme for it. It said ‘God will never send you someone else’s husband’. Why? Why do women chase after a married man? Now look, I’m not blaming a cheating fool on…
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Some days I wake up with this incredible feeling of doom. It takes me a little while to come back from that. I usually have my coffee and something sweet and crunchy to share with my dogs. I get on social media and quit thinking. It’s not hard. You just start focusing on posts that…
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Disappointment. Sometimes that word becomes a wet blanket I have to tug around. Although this blanket was once warm and lent a feeling of security, it is now dank, cold, wet and heavy. Where there used to be an air of freshness, it now reeks of rot. Wrapped around my shoulders, the weight is…
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