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The Night Heaven Went Bowling
⚡️⛈️⚡️ Portland’s non-storm – storm reminded me of a late spring or early summer storm that rumbled through the Seattle region when I was probably eight years old- and I’m sharing this story with you through my eight-year-old eyes. Circa – 1971 The Night Heaven Went Bowling(or that time the sky got dramatic and Mom…
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I guess it doesn’t need to be this hard…
Ugh. When things seem easy, they’re usually not. And if there’s one thing I’m particularly gifted at, it’s making simple things infinitely harder than they need to be. This was no exception. I have always had a portion control problem. My eyes? Huge. My stomach? Unimpressed. My mother? A relentless enforcer of the “waste not,…
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Nothing lasts anymore not even envelopes!
I am really annoyed—like seriously, seriously annoyed. Can we talk about envelopes for a hot minute? What the actual hell is going on in the world? I mail a lot of letters. Typed, handwritten, love letters, rants (like this one), complaints, existential crises—you name it. And for years, I’ve done so using the noble, time-honored…
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Well, I’m Back! But Where Have I Been?
Oh, hey there! Remember me? No? That’s fair—I barely remember me either. So, here’s the thing about having ADHD: when I get an idea, I’m gung-ho. Not just regular gung-ho, but hyper-focused, all-in, let’s-organize-everything, color-code-it, buy-supplies-for-it kind of gung-ho. And then? Well… then a shiny, sparkly squirrel scampers into my peripheral vision, and suddenly, I’m…
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The Lost Art of Kindness (And Why We Need It More Than Ever)
Let’s talk about kindness. And no, not the cutesy, rainbow-laden, “sprinkle that stuff everywhere like confetti” kind of kindness. I mean real, intentional, everyday kindness—the kind that requires effort, self-awareness, and sometimes, biting your tongue so hard you taste a little blood. Because, my friends, we are in a kindness drought. A full-blown, barren, cracked-earth,…
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How the Hell Did I Get Here? (And Can Someone Send a Tow Truck?)
I was born small—like, Scotia small. Under seven pounds, which, in the grand scheme of baby sizes, is somewhere between “adorable little peanut” and “fragile Victorian orphan.” I was also short and wiry and apparently so hyperactive that adults were constantly trying to feed me, as if calories might somehow weigh me down enough to…
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Writing with a Cane (figuratively speaking)
Let me start by saying I’ve always prided myself on being a decent writer. People would tell me things like, “Wow, you’ve got such a gift!” or “You should write a book!” And honestly? I’d soak up those compliments like a biscuit in gravy. My style has always been quirky, off-the-cuff, and just a little…
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Oh, The Waits That I Hate!
Oh, I hate to wait, I despise it, I do! I hate waiting in lines, I hate queues upon queues. At Disneyland? Torture. The airport? A test. Even the drive-thru puts me under duress! I tap and I fidget, I grumble, I stew. The fries take forever—what’s taking them, glue? I stand in the checkout,…
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Why Nighttime Is Sometimes Scary (But Also Kinda Funny)
Nighttime. That mysterious stretch of hours where the world decides to dim the lights, crank up the quiet, and let your brain throw a rager with all your worst-case scenarios and existential crises. I’m too young for sundowners—or so I like to think—but there are moments when nighttime feels like a particularly well-lit horror movie…