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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

the year was 2020.

And that year is over. ‘Yay‘ I guess? But contrary to what many seem to think, the clock striking midnight on January 1st didn’t suddenly send us to the comfort of the before times. So… I thought I’d try finding … Continue reading

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thought for the day. #2

I was looking for one of those ‘Snuggie’ wearable blankets as a sort of joke Christmas gift, and I came across this. I don’t know if this is funny to everyone or if my sense of humor is fucked up… … Continue reading

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alive… and live.

I’m alive! Miss me? No? Well, I’m here anyway. Sorry. I can sense your disappointment from here. I have a new and improved (hopefully you’ll agree) RedBubble shop. Which is live. It’s called first draft because, really, most of my … Continue reading

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yes.

Well, thank fuck. p.s. — I can already feel the lines and dark circles on my face reversing.           ©2020 what sandra thinks

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thought for the day.

If I find joy in nothing else today, at least I have the dude at the Dunkin drive-thru who has a sexy-ass voice.   p.s. — And this post just proves that I’m still alive. I know you’ve been spending … Continue reading

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the anxiety of reading.

If there was ever a question that I have too much stress and anxiety, rest assured, there is no doubt. I have a shit ton. Over the last few weeks, I’ve been reading. A lot. Thirty-eight books in about three … Continue reading

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my assignment.

I had an appointment with my NP last week and she left me with an assignment. We talked about my parenting worries—specifically that I think I’m a terrible mom… and that my own mom was so much better. ‘How was … Continue reading

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throwing cake.

When did birthdays stop being fun? I think maybe it was after 29. Sometimes I still give that as my age. It’s a lie. My family was going to throw a party for me at Mom’s… where we always gather … Continue reading

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