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I spritzed my neck and wrists with the sweet smelling perfume, Paris. My favorite. I hurriedly applied my lipstick. Planted
I spritzed my neck and wrists with the sweet smelling perfume, Paris. My favorite. I hurriedly applied my lipstick. Planted
My happy place song. Jimmy Cliff, I Can See Clearly Now Some pray. Meditate. Jog. Retail therapy-ize. When life’s storms
I wish I was the type of writer who gained inspiration by something as simple as a tendril of hair
You are amazing. All of you. The support. The emails. The virtual hugs. The tweets. I’m so lucky to have
I’m kind of a wreck these days. I haven’t been talking about it much because I’m trying to ignore it.
I grew up in a house that was located across the street from a quiet little non-motorized lake. When my
Too much family togetherness usually finds the Queen sitting at the table tapping her nails in frustration. This summer, however,
I’m frustrated. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. It’s life. Frustrations are cyclical, right. I’m still worried about