The Love of Being Me
This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
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This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
One action is striking me in this time of quietly awaiting the restart of our lives. Yes, the absolute idiocy of our American government and how smart my daughter is aside, the richness and generosity of the human spirit. All the efforts of people to help one another with food and assistance definitely increases my…
Why is it we think that we assume other people will suck? That they’ll be mean to us if we ask them for a hand or a hot shot. Why are we so surprised when we are rewarded with humanity. I have recently noticed that when I present myself to the world with a glad…
I was a city kid, savvy to the dangers of the incivility of civilization. I’ve had to field unwanted advance from local celebrities, fend off junkies and drunks on the public bus, and walk home at nighttime from work. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt more upset than when I had my jack o’…
It would be impossible not to consider what others think of me. Were I not a writer, you couldn’t prove I care. But I must care a little to want you to read what I’ve written. Or is it possible to be thankful that others approve but not base your own value on what others…
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