Tag: New Year

Bright White

The last day of 2021 deserves a blog post. Actually, 2021 was a real bitch and deserves nothing, but here goes. Endings are sometimes a party, but they are often tricky. The world lost Betty White today. OG move crossing to the other side on the last day of the year, but also difficult for…

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Ostrich Feathers

Eight, I counted. Eight blog posts in 2020. All the time in the world with nowhere safe to go, an endless barrage of topics, and I have never written less. Maybe I was traumatized by the pandemic or the litany of lies we tell ourselves as a nation. Maybe I struggled to get over surviving…

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Waffle Henley

Given my recent track record, this will be the last post of the year. The final wrap-up and farewell to two-thousand-and-eighteen. What to say? What to say? My first thought. Whatever happened to the Nutter Butter Wafers? Not the cookies shaped like a peanut shell, the square ones with the yummy whipped peanut butter filling.…

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Still Sorting

I am normally all about the last minute. Down to the wire, middle of the night, go-time, crunch time. Whatever phrase someone wants to put on it, I’m that girl. Plans start off the same as every other normal organized human being, but somewhere along the way I get lost. I’m susceptible to shiny lights…

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White Fleece

Only six days into the new year and I’ve already let down the polar bears. I’m not big on resolutions, but this year I decided to stop using paper cups when I go to Starbucks for my tea. I have tea at home in a regular cup, but when I’m out and about I stop at…

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Yellow Blanket

My friend calls her happy place “Yellow”. It’s become a bit of a catchword for us, she even bought me yellow mittens for Christmas this year. Yellow is warmth in the midst of cold, peace in the middle of a shit storm, it’s the happy. Jinger is my friend and a few days a week, she’s also…

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Tumble

  It’s been windy all day, really windy. I think the wind is mother nature’s voice. Most of the time she takes it, she’s silent, occasionally she rains, but there are times she needs to speak. Let it out. Wind is the way she puts us all in our place. When things are blowing around and…

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Fringe

I need to cut down on the commas and take a break from the incomplete sentences. I don’t normally have a lot of rules for this blog, but enough is enough. As the new year gets rolling, I’ve looked back at some of my 2014 posts.  Usually, I write what comes to mind and then it’s gone.  I…

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Dark Load

According to my quick Google search, approximately 2.5 million people die every year in the United States. I don’t often look at this stuff, but I’m on this “things will never be the same as they are in this second” kick and that sometimes moves me to think about the end.  A bit morbid, I know,…

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