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My best friend, M, was visiting this past week and she got to stay with us for a good long five days. I took both jobs off, we went out with so many different people to catch up, to hang out, to eat good food and have good times. And I realized, I rarely do this…

Listen to logic.Listen to hope.Listen to wisdom.Listen to God.Listen to your true wishes. I’m serious, listen. And yes, listen when others are counseling you. Even if you don’t agree, do listen. Giving the courtesy of listening to them doesn’t mean you must take the path they say you should. I’m a believer in the fact that,…

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNEQA7Tdzd8&fs=1&source=uds&w=320&h=266] In the spirit of trying more and doing more, I present to you a video my sister’s boyfriend made, just to try. Granted, he wants to do videos for a living, so he’s kind of into the whole video thing. But still. He’s not even out of high school. See what one can…

In regards to my last post, which wasn’t very thought out. Sometimes, no matter if you’re the six year old who wants to play in the street, the 18-year-old who wants to strike out solo and head far away, the 40-year-old who wants to give up…sometimes, we must all be thankful for no. Whether no…

It’s late (or rather, early) and I’m still up.I’m so tired.But I want.I want for more.I sometimes think “oh, I’ll write…what grace and untangling power seems to flow when I just write.“But then I think, “…what will I write?”And I recall nights of prayer and seeking, the phone flashlight turned on, the ipod playing poetic…

Below is the first meal my family ate after the power was knocked out by Sandy. I’m not meaning to brag or anything, either. This is another perk of living at home. My mom was utterly prepared in (amongst many more)  the way of having food, so much so that our first meal in the…

1. I really did care about this election. Also, I voted in it. 2. We were watching the results of said election, and suddenly, Little G just took a few steps and toppled over. He repeated the feat for his father, then held back, suddenly bashful at all the outbursts of applause. 3. It’s snowing…

I raced down the driveway, full speed in my Goodwill-but-new green and blue plaid rain boots and my corduroy fall jacket, heading straight for the black mailbox at the end of our crescent driveway. Out of shape and out of breath, I reached the mailbox in record time and pushed a stray strand of fading red…

I started texting back and forth with my best-friend-since-I-was-six who now lives in NC. I wanted to make sure she was okay, and tell her of our many adventures…that we were prepared for. I kept trying to send photos of the weather, but I finally resorted to video. Ignore my goofy face.

My mother is a genius cook. My brother “Zed” calls her a culinary hacker, and indeed she is. She prepared several meals beforehand that could be either eaten cold or heated using a sternos set-up. She filled any and every bucket, bottle, jar or gallon trash can in the house and yard with water. Water…