July 2009
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I was venting my frustration of the world to my husband yesterday, citing the many areas in which I find I am bombarded by all the filth that is offered up on a tarnished, silver platter. As I rambled on, he made a good point: I put myself in the situation to be bombarded. He…
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Story of my life these days: I blink and large portions of it vanish. I close my eyes at night and awake to this empty feeling of "What of any merit or note did I accomplish yesterday? Well, today’s a new day, I’ll start now." Rinse. Repeat. It is the same old tired tale from…
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I always thought that I was better able to articulate my thoughts and emotions via the written word, but last night I chalked it up to the fact that when speaking it is so easy to ‘insert foot in mouth’. It is not plausible to hit "backspace" or "delete". You cannot really take back the words…
