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Since our last rendezvous, some things have happened. 1) BOOKS When it comes to books these days, I am insatiable. I absolutely devoured “The Hunger Games.”  This series is all the rage, and I know that a lot of you have read them.  No spoilers here, except to say that I have not enjoyed a…

This past Saturday morning when I was out on a walk, I got the mother of all sunburns.  I was over a mile closer to the sun than many of you, AND I’m pigment-deficient – it’s only natural. By Saturday afternoon, I was radiating so much heat, you could have fried an egg on my…

I’ve spent a lot of years getting okay with sadness. While we live in a culture that tells us that, through various forms of self-medication, sadness is to be avoided at all costs, I have learned that sometimes, you just need to feel sad.  Lean into the pain.  Don’t do anything to try to change…

It feels strange to not be writing here. When I don’t write, I’m reminded that this blog was born out of a need in me, for myself, and not really for anyone else.  I can’t not write.  I think I have to, as a part of being the truest version of myself. But I haven’t…

As my co-worker Kelli just informed me, I am being a horrible blogger. But hopefully, I’m being an awesome liver… as in “liver of life,” and not “organ that detoxifies.” I’ve been all over the place – Boston, where I watched the Boston Marathon, Portland, Maine, where I ate my first lobster, Kansas City, where…

If you were to look at the “Most Played” playlist in my iTunes*, right there at the very top of the list would be “Boston” by Augustana.  Number one. This strikes me as very strange, since I don’t really love this song so much I want to marry it.  I mean, sure, it’s catchy –…

I just found out that a Denver friend-who-shall-never-be-named was recently – hypothetically – matched with Sword Man.

Me: How can I help you? Her: Can I speak with Casey?  She emailed me. Me: Casey is actually a guy. Her: Oh, really?  Can I speak to her? Me: The Casey that you got an email from is a guy. Her: Okay.  What do I do? Me: Is there something I can help you…

Forgive me, friends – but these days, it feels next to impossible to string sentences together.  I am walking through a hard time – one of the hardest – and sometimes, it’s like a cinder block tied to my ankles, pulling me down, down, down. I am not dealing gently with myself, as I should. …

We haven’t had a (Bosom) Friend Friday in a coon’s age – and let’s be honest, it’s not even Friday.  But if there’s anyone worth resurrecting this series for – even on a Monday – it’s Laura Nelp. Laura and I met when I was in 6th grade, and she was in 7th.  We had…