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If you've got some to spare, I'd gladly take them off of your hands.
This goes out to all my girls that's in the club rocking the latest.
My new nickname for the poet who lives in the basement.
On the desire I have to get back to why I started "living online" in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.
"When I tried to write happy / Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime / Why play ya blind?"
The hare sat in the chair over there by the pear.
Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, which means y'all gotta take that motherfucker seriously.
Let me tell you a story about a dog named Chuck.
"I know that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one's ability to endure."
"Running under the watchful eye of Kilimanjaro" and bonking at mile 9.
When he heard this news he took a huge shit right next to my bedroom door.
To gluten or not to gluten while eating on a pier at the beach.
This post is brought to you in partnership with HomeAway. …… Seven years ago this summer I spent over a week attempting to get my then four-year-old older daughter to walk on sand at one of the most gorgeous beaches in the country. We were on vacation. At a beach. Where there is sand. Serene, [...]
Another zen moment to remember on mornings like these when dragging two girls out of bed who do NOT want to go back to school.
She is so going to regret having ever sent me this photo.
"These women are not only the caretakers, they are often the teachers, the health care providers, the community leaders."
One way in which I catalog my travels.
I actually did try to figure out how to get this one on my plane home.
Your angry email should have the words "dew claws" somewhere in the subject.