Space and Time

An intentional contrast to the bright modern décor of the rest of the house, an iron caged Edison light casts an amber hue on the dark navy walls but provides very little guidance as you step down through the doorway and begin your descent. You walk carefully, the steps are old and uneven.  Framed photographs …

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Jolie Laide – 30 Years Later

An earlier post described an experience of snooping where I discovered a journal entry describing me as Jolie Laide.    I was fifteen.  As an empath, I don't worry about what other people are thinking as much as I absorb so I was able to process what I was feeling.  Those few seconds were a …

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The Great Escape

I tried to run away today. My daughter sat on my bed and watched me pack. She told me it was probably a good idea for me to leave since I seemed so upset. This sort of hurt my feelings, but then she added, “This is how I felt last night, I understand” and I …

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Girl Crush

I have two 'I wouldn't normally confess to loving these women' women. Kendra Wilkinson has always had my respect and more recently, I've realized Chrissy Teigan is pretty f%^&ing cool. I don't know a lot about these celebrities, don't seek them out and don't consider myself a 'fan', but every time I see a reality …

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You Know That Feeling??

You know that feeling you're in a group waiting for your turn to speak and as that time gets closer - you go into a vacuum where you can feel your heartbeat and the blood rushing through your body? Yes? Good. Remember that feeling. When I was in school, I always felt I didn't “get“ …

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Jolie Laide

When I was fifteen, I hosted a French exchange student in my home for a week. Dmitri looked just like the drawings of Jean-Claude in my Tricolore text book with his wavy long hair and hawkish nose. I was crushing hard despite his matchy-matchy pastel sweatsuits that looked like baby onesies. Toward the end of …

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