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nuts and mom.

The other day as I grabbed a handful of nuts (no, no – not that kind of nuts) and tossed them into my mouth (still not that kind of nuts), I wondered when, exactly, I started to like nuts (edible … Continue reading

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truth in humor in truth.

We have a running joke in my house… at my expense. It’s funny because it’s true. It’s also kind of sad because it’s true. At the end of my senior year of high school, I received a postcard from a … Continue reading

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movies and music and arms.

Everything I write becomes a movie in my head. I’m not even sure which comes first – the words or the visions. But I always have both. I see my stories unfold. My characters take over and tell me what … Continue reading

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love across the ocean.

When I was much younger and had more freedom and fewer neuroses, I ran away to Europe. I suppose “ran away” is a bit of an embellishment. But it sounds so much more adventurous and impulsive. The truth is, I really … Continue reading

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fighting the heart.

I am a woman driven by emotion. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Emotion fuels my creativity and I would never wish it away. The love story enthusiast inside me adores the sweet romantic picture of me this way … Continue reading

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moving picture.

A long time ago, I imagined a picture of what my life should become. It’s mostly unrealistic and unachievable, and whenever my real life veers from this preconception (which is constantly), I view it as a failure. And I focus on … Continue reading

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a walk in the city.

Some days, a walk in the city is just what you need… ……“You’re blushing,” he said. ……“I am not,” she insisted. ……“Yes… you are…” He stopped suddenly, almost causing a pile-up of pedestrians behind them on the sidewalk. With his … Continue reading

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unhappy endings.

The first time I saw Tangled, I cried at the end. Kind of a lot. Eugene gives the best ever one-slash haircut. Eugene is dead. Eugene is alive! Rapunzel gets her real parents back. I have seen the movie at least … Continue reading

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