The make-up post.

March 30, 2011
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A few days ago, I posted this. It was a very heartfelt and poignant post illustrating the very intimate nature of name calling within large families and how such symbolism serves as a mechanism.. Oh, never mind. You’ll have to read it for yourself and decide what the ham sandwich it was really all about. [...]

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Think. Think. Think.

March 29, 2011
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I over think most everything. I’ve been over thinking this post for an hour. Okay, two. You got me. When all I really want to say is that I was organizing a book shelf earlier. You know, the kind of organizing that requires a quick thumb-through and peek at all the pages before settling on [...]

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Name Calling.

March 28, 2011
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I call her: K.D.O. Kayla bug or, brat. She calls me: yo, madre you ruined my life or, can I borrow $20. *** I call this one: Elly belly Elzie belzie or, Issssssss-a-belllllllll-a. She calls me: mom mommy or, so-and-so stole my princess barbie. *** I call him: Ev. Evan bo bevan or, bubs. He [...]

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Come Closer.

March 27, 2011
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The intellect says it’s too good to be true;  that whole God story. The intellect can’t make sense of it, so it divides up theories, multiplies parables, subtracts interpretation and adds in gospel. But whatever the equation, the math never quite adds up. The intellect concludes that God is too good to be true; afraid [...]

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The more people let go, the more people will be lost.

March 25, 2011
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It was a fine enough day. I was heading into work. I was wearing the light pink blouse with the black Old Navy sweater. I had to slide the heat on in the car because Spring was hiding away in the gray clouds and cold drizzle. I was listening to the iPod. First, Sway, by [...]

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favorite phrase

March 24, 2011
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Yesterday I finished reading ROOM, by Emma Donoghue. My favorite phrase from the books goes like this: “It’s called mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter”. It tickles me pink. I’ve been saying it to myself over and over all day. I’m weird, but I don’t mind. So it doesn’t  matter. See [...]

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