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MY FAVORITE THINGS

Randomly and without categorization: 1.   British actor Bill Nighy 2.  Trader Joe’s Belgian Chocolate pudding 3.  Koh-I-Noor Chromatic Coloring Pencils 4.  Reading The Sun magazine on a Saturday afternoon 5.  Taking mental health days off from my job in mental … Continue reading

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NOTE TO SELF:

Why for you been dragging your sorry ass around like the world is coming to an end?  You’ve been acting badly, and you know it.  For example:  What’s up with all of the self-indulgent eating lately?  Remember how you changed … Continue reading

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EPIPHANEIA REDUX

So. Where to begin? I had one of those rare brain-flipping-over-in-the-brainpan experiences earlier this week, when a dear friend offered me a rare and stunning perspective on my current existential dilemma(s).  Because I have not fully absorbed it yet, I … Continue reading

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SPEAKING OF FLAPJACKS . . .

I haven’t had any for awhile.  Have you? How do people come up with titles for their blog posts?  There is definitely an art to it.  I suppose it depends upon whether one wants to cast a large or small net for potential … Continue reading

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In memory . . .

Miriam Alice Your departure is marked by smoke, a grayish-white plume lifting to simple blue sky. Nothing magical here, you might tell me, that is, if you had a voice I could actually hear. Your remains have been scratched into … Continue reading

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Dragonfly weather

Well, it’s not.  It’s still raining, actually.  I am thankful for full spectrum light boxes and lamps.  And let’s hear it for antidepressants, come to that.  But no complaints here; I’ve done this before, it is, as my therapist would … Continue reading

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Articulate colors and shimmering words

It’s been about 46 years so I could be wrong, but I believe my earliest experiences with painting in school–probably in 1st grade–firmly established my unwavering and unconditional adoration of the color I now identify as cobalt blue.  Although I already … Continue reading

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