If you were to look in my closet, you'd notice a number of similar items, like these two dresses, for instance. My tendency to gravitate to a certain style of shoe (chunky Mary Janes, preferably black), boots (knee-high, brown lace-ups) and sweaters (oversize and loosely woven) is easily discernible. I've got a thing for purple … Continue reading Looking for patterns
Category: love
The Kiss
There’s been a lot of internet chatter about this video of “strangers” kissing. It’s sparked some conversation – about first kisses, the remarkable beauty of the strangers, and about being manipulated, yet again, by a clever marketing strategy. I haven’t watched the video yet and don’t know if I ever will. I can be resistant, … Continue reading The Kiss
My love affair with Winter
Valentine's Day seems the perfect time to express my adoration for Winter. In all honesty, it's a love I never imagined experiencing. Winter was always the cruelest of seasons, I thought. Endlessly long, yet filled with days which offered mere hours of daylight. Cold in a way that kept one indoors, in isolation. Yuck. Our … Continue reading My love affair with Winter
Broken fragments and glue
"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken, and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I … Continue reading Broken fragments and glue
Metaphors for life and random confessions
aka - thoughts from a run The sidewalks were slick tonight with ice and nuisance snow. Not quite enough to shovel, but too much to ignore. Life can be a slippery path at times, but like the ice, it was just a caution - not a discouragement. Forge ahead. It's the right direction. I love … Continue reading Metaphors for life and random confessions
Taking a punch
I began my day on the floor, next to Cassidy, my tears dripping on the softest fur a dog has ever had. That's why we picked her, you know. In a litter of 11 beautiful black labs, she was different, wearing a lavender ribbon around her neck with fur that could only be described as … Continue reading Taking a punch
Choosing happiness
Somehow I’ve come to be perceived as the epitome of the gay divorcée. I’m not exactly sure how that happened, but I think this article may provide some insight. You see, I intuitively do many of the things the article suggests. Life isn't always easy or joyful or simple. What I try to remind myself … Continue reading Choosing happiness
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