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Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don't remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate. To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not to... Continue Reading →
So, in the interest of transparency, I have a lot going on right now. I've accepted a promotion at my day job, which means I am leaving the place I have worked for the last ten years, and taking a new position in a new location with the same company. It's scary, and I'm crazy... Continue Reading →
Today, I was cruising along on my way to get my post-work Starbies (a venti iced cocoa cloud macchiato, if you wondered) when a flutter of feathers caught my eye. I directed my gaze just in time to watch a majestic hawk swoop down from atop a telephone pole and snatch a poor, furry creature... Continue Reading →
Working in retail, you start to notice things about fashion... and the number one thing is that fashion is cyclical. Something deemed "unfashionable" one year can come back into style the next. Like, gel sandals are back in for reasons totally beyond my comprehension. What's in right now? From the stock I've seen come in,... Continue Reading →
When people judge me for my taste in clothes, I can brush it off. When I am judged for my weeaboo past, I don't let it bug me. When I am judged for my choices in film, books, or television, I ignore it. But finally, I have been judged for something that really got under... Continue Reading →
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school... based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman's poems have... Continue Reading →
I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I'm not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handle... Continue Reading →
This week, landscapers came to do some yard work at our house. So, being the occasionally nice human being that I am, I figured I would park my car in the street so they could pull into the driveway, which would hopefully make it easier for them to get their work done. The issue is,... Continue Reading →
There is a butterfly bush in my backyard. It's not uncommon to spot little winged friends taking a sip of nectar, or catching a break from the hot sun. The other day, I was looking out the window and spotted two butterflies in the air by the butterfly bush. Both were of decent size, but... Continue Reading →
