Month: January 2010

50:3

On Sunday, while talking to my mom, one of my major insecurities fell out of my mouth.  Without the slightest hesitation, it slipped off my tongue – and landed right there on the coffee table. “Where did you learn that?” she asked.  “Why do you feel that way about yourself?” And for the past 36…

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All hail the redhead

So, remember why I moved to Denver?  Because my mom has cancer? Well, as she put it this weekend, “I’m not sure that I have cancer.  But I KNOW that I have chemotherapy.” It’s true.  In the last 2 months since the initial diagnosis, cancer has felt like a joke, a deception.  This woman is…

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This is CRAZY.

Yesterday, my favorite Handy Graham gave me a ring – not a diamond ring (I should be so lucky), just a phone call. We shot the breeze for a few minutes, and then he asked, “How’s it going there?  Are you doing okay?”  It was earnest and sincere.  My eyes stung for a few seconds,…

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And now, for some good things

I forgot to mention that I am now outfitted for Colorado. This is called the Lodge Parka, which is most appropriate for me, since I’m not really a “winter sporter” (not that I’m really a “summer sporter” either).  But a lodge?  That I can do. Has anyone read “Water for Elephants” by Sara Gruen?  I…

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Bumming me out

When I moved to Nashville two years ago, I switched to Bank of America because I never wanted to have to switch my bank account again – so naturally, I chose the bank of AMERICA. It turns out that Bank of America is actually the bank of NOT DENVER. – – – – – –…

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Is this real life?

I moved up to Denver on Friday night, and have been camping out in my apartment on an air mattress; my stuff should arrive late this week.  I live off of exit 206 (an homage to Seattle) on a street called Franklin (an homage to Nashville’s little sister) next to Cheesman Park (an homage to…

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