Category Archives: Post

Sex

OK, this is going to be about sex. Let just put that out there. But keep your pants on, it isn’t a Penthouse Letter. When we are teenagers—or even pre-teens, especially nowadays—we need to figure out sex. Do we want … Continue reading

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Constant

I feel very untethered. Even before my dad died almost three years ago, I had moved a bit. But I still felt connected, like a kite on a string. Since he’s been gone, I’m floating free. Too free. From the … Continue reading

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Intentions

The road to hell is paved with…well, for me it’s paved with sitting on the couch drinking sangria and watching Criminal Minds reruns. My intention when I began this blog was to write regularly. Not on a timetable, but often … Continue reading

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Reunion

I’ve realized that this blog actually began months ago. A few weeks before our 20th high school reunion, I found out that one of the popular girls was nervous about attending and seeing her old friends. I was inspired to … Continue reading

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BFF

Wanted: BFF Must be kinda smart, a bit silly, totally supportive, fun and funny, quite understanding, and gently honest. —————————————————————————————————————————— I don’t have a best friend. (Well, I do, but it’s my ex-husband which is weird and a whole other … Continue reading

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4-0

I just celebrated a birthday. Not a big one, an almost big one. 39. One year until the (what I’m told should be) dreaded 4-0. But…I’m not dreading 40. I’m looking forward to my 40s. After all, it’s the new … Continue reading

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Begin

The day I graduated my life was going to begin. The day I got married my life was going to begin. The day I started a job my life was going to begin. The day I got divorced my life … Continue reading

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Time

It is time. It is time to spew it. To vomit it out. To spring it forth. To share it. Or not. To put it out there. To have it wither and die. To grow stale. To blossom. To run … Continue reading

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