life with ink
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once you pop, you can’t stop Yesterday my kids and I watched Frozen as a low-effort celebration of the solstice. The movie has a special place in my daughter’s heart. The solstice has a special place in mine. We made it to the darkest day of the year. The sun is on her way. Frozen
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what is ordinary forgetting? Lately I’ve been ruminating on memory. It’s the holidays, I guess. I used to be ashamed of my disinterest in the holiday season. The consumerist slant and emphasis on time spent with extended family left me feeling alienated. I’d put on a show for everyone else and keep my disdain for
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Waste not, want not I made a promise to myself to write every week and I have kept it. However, this week I spent the weekend writing a term paper for my philosophy 101 class. So, as promised dear readers, a Sunday writing. What is the value of philosophy in the contemporary world? Wisdom derived
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Who fashions the tools? Last week I attended a birthday party for a ten-year-old friend of my youngest. I passed the time talking with the other adults who were there with their own ten-year-olds. A friend asked me what my plans were for the holiday. It’s just us, I answered simply. People usually know not
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What it is to think about people who aren’t you I’m a people pleaser. That’s the catchy moniker that the mental health machine appointed for the people who care about the happiness and comfort of other people. Personally, I’m of the opinion that caring about other people isn’t all that bad. Just yesterday, I saw
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what is it good for? Recently I chose myself. Choosing myself felt a lot like something I am not allowed to do. But after I realized exactly who I wanted to be, I didn’t care whether I was allowed. I was going to be it because it felt wrong to be anything else. That meant
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When your intimates are on display
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There are two sides to every coin On Tuesday I’ll be back at the polls again. Sometime in the last few months, I’ve misplaced my rose colored glasses. My spine feels weary in anticipation of the long day on my feet operating the democratic system. It’s not so much the system that makes me weary,
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What’s going on with men? Walking out of the hardware store a few weeks ago, I faced an older, bald man wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt on his way in. I made a move to walk around him when he stopped dead in his tracks. “Did you forget your smile in there?” I don’t
Life with ink 