There can be little doubt, if you know me at all, that I love textures.
Here is a photo of my Michael Kors blazer. It's fascinating all on its own.
However, I didn't take a photo of the garment as…
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Jan 23, 2023
There can be little doubt, if you know me at all, that I love textures.
Here is a photo of my Michael Kors blazer. It's fascinating all on its own.
However, I didn't take a photo of the garment as…
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Jan 7, 2023
Well, it finally happened!
A couple of days ago, I broke my USCA Club Nationals Championship Beer Glass from the Club Nationals.
The USCA Club Nationals Championship is the United States Curling Association and the Club National Championship is the…
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Mar 19, 2022
The cat lay neatly in a circle, one eye open to all movement surrounding her. She twitched an ear when hearing, twitched her tail when she got a feeling, and lifted her head whenever her heart fluttered with love. Everyday…
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Mar 7, 2022
Sliced from foot to femur, howling from the pain, Eli the Gargoyle began to cry. He had but one desire when he started the day -- protect his mother at all costs. Little did he know the extent of that…
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Nov 29, 2021
Pain sliced through me - - numb fingers & toes, electrical nerve slices ripping at my legs. Somehow the base of my neck was shockingly able to shoot cannon bullets into my brain, shards of glass-like torment lacing my eyes,…
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Sep 6, 2021
Pools of cool water sooth your dry skin despite the arid day - and wet your lips. Revived, you move through the sunlight hours, not as a ghost (not like before) but as a spirit - free to move, free…
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021
Stuck in Traffic: Broken Haiku #3
San Carlos Cemetery.
Light-headed.
New grave stone.
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Jun 2, 2021
Stuck in Traffic: Broken Haiku #2
Lake El Estero.
Dark clouds.
Ray of sunshine.
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Jun 2, 2021
Stuck in Traffic: Broken Haiku #1
Cars crawling.
AC is out.
Tell my mother I love her.
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Aug 31, 2020
It's 2020 and in July... my father died. Consumed with grief, I decided to surrender to the Universe. Slowly- gently- people started to offer me their happy memories of my dad. Most said they loved his smile and his laugh.…
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