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Or Any Flowers Really … My son is five years old, and for all those years he’s been incredibly observant. Too observant for Mama at times, because plowing through life allows for little deviation. I remember fondly one time when we were cruising through the…
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In My Nice Ass Yard … I took some days off from drinking. The previous Sunday afternoon and night, I had too much, and I paid for it immensely on Monday. To thoughts of alcohol all week I said, “I don’t want that.” Here comes…
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Not now. Well, not necessarily. The ultimate time I remember being in this trim state was my senior year of college. My friend came over to my house. We were really just chilling before a big night out. I’m thinking celebrating the end of fall…
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I’m going to let some of them stir now… I live in Spartanburg, South Carolina, and we were recently hit with Hurricane Helene. This catastrophic storm has created historical damage in our area. It’s unlocking so much. And we can foresee longterm effects. I feel…
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Seriously, this sounds like a crazy list of excuses. But here’s what happened this morning that opens my eyes about the smallest hurdles to me sitting down to write. I woke up at 5:45 AM, my usual alarm time. Yet I actually didn’t set an…
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Here I am. Sitting at my desk. Preparing to knock out a deadline based client project on a Saturday afternoon. The deal is, I need to create this email design today so that there’s time for it to be reviewed, edited, approved, blasted and tracked…
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I’ve begun to love that phrase. It hit my radar hard when reading a book about potty training. In the end, the author described that some children may be very resistant or defiant regarding using the potty, presenting a “burn it to the ground” response.…
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Yesterday, I was dominating at work. (Or as much as that can be the case for a desk-sitting marketer… HAHA) I hosted a new website intake meeting and felt totally in my element. I created and submitted a new business proposal for an interesting potential…