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The truth as I see it
Most people who know me would probably tell you I am honest to a fault. Most people don’t know how much I don’t say. I am constantly filtering. I will try not to do that here. I’ve heard lots of clichés about truth and I won’t bore you with them here. Suffice it to say…
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First Kisses
I’ve always loved kissing. It’s fun. It can be sweet. It can be passionate. It can be quick or long or deep. Sometimes they are big, wet, squishy kisses. All the kisses are good! Some years ago, I noticed myself shifting from Mother to Crone. I could feel this shift to becoming the old one,…
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Mere Opinion
I come from a loooooong line of people who like to talk. Oh sure, there are some that are quiet (like my son) but most are talkers. And the thing about talkers is that, while they may have facts and research behind them, most talkers are giving their opinion about the thing they have facts/research…
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To love deeply…if not well
In my 20s, I loved a man in the way only the young love: with every ounce of my being and with a wee bit of crazy. I lived for him. I would have died for him or killed for him. And I knew he loved me. We were young and he was a guy…
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Oh the feelings!
Yes, sure I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. I have also been diagnosed with depression and bipolar (although when I was diagnosed bipolar, it was still called manic-depressive so that may say something). I have two parents that both had problems with alcohol: neither of them ever did anything to recover from it,…
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I-DON’T-WANT-TO!
There is a time right before a alcoholic or drug addict gets sober/clean where they want the consequences of their addiction to stop but they want to keep drinking/using with the old pleasure they once had. Sometimes this period can go on for years while the person tries varied ways to keep doing what they…
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Eloise
The moss was cool under her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the forest floor for the leaves of that very specific plant she sought. These were her favorite days… The hottest days of August when the air smelled of baked forest… When then shade of the dense forest canopy kept her cool and the slightest…
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Me?!
A while back, like maybe 16 or 17 years ago, I was at work and a co-worker was talking to me about his life and asking for my advice. Part way through the conversation, I asked him why he was asking for my advice. I couldn’t conceive of why he would want any of my…
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A New Perspective
Recently I got to ride with one of my city’s police officers. It was great experience! I learned a lot. I’ll give you some of the take-aways here (I may add more as stuff comes to me): -Cops are people too: I think the biggest take-away is that I think most police officers are just…
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My 21st
If you have been paying attention, you know I was drinking long before my 21st birthday so you’d think that celebrating that birthday wouldn’t have been any big deal. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, it was great! Saturday Night/Southern California: A handful of friends and I (and a bunch of other patrons) stood…
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Mac Tíre (Part 3)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (In case you want to read them in order) Cora couldn’t explain the familiarity with this wolf but it was obvious. She was also very curious, so she agreed to go back with him and hear him out. As she rose from the damp…
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 