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Relatable Life Lessons
I’m writing a thing I titled 100 Relatable Lessons, which is basically just some words of advice and short phrases for anyone who needs to hear some reassurance, encouragement, or just a giggle. If you’re here you must love words, so why not?! They’re my mantra, which I recycle quite a bit, and they’re both, my “note to self” and advice to others. I save them like a good journaler (nerd alert) and thought I’d share a few. Hope you like these. The mystery of life can never be solved, only lived. A life on repeat mode is fun to no one. Play that record well. Read a lot. Travel…
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Shame In My Game
To check out my latest books, please go here: Books “Go talk to him!” I gulped. I hadn’t had enough tequila to even consider such a daring move. I’d been to so many places around the world, but for some reason, Los Angeles seemed a little intimidating at the time. All the celebrities popping up out of nowhere, and I forcing myself to act like it wasn’t a big deal (when in reality I really wanted to pose for a picture with, say, Jessie J?) — was a little strange. LA was my first grounds as a newly single woman in a very long time. I didn’t know exactly how…
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Another Day in Confusion Land
Homemade noodles and chilled sake, in my eyes the world’s still so foggy. Starving my disillusionment and making magic, what a treat it’d be this year to kill the panic. One, two, three, four, five—I lost count of all the posted notes I’ve found, written to the world and my now glacial soul. The to-do’s, self-reminders, and must-do’s know their time will come, but for now on paper they look good, dancing to the beat of my drum. “I hear that… Nothing new… Never mind… We’re doomed…” Their comments match the year’s theme, it seems. But people would go far to prove a point, ignoring when the damage’s been done…
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Election and Selection of Hearts
“What do you care, you didn’t even vote!” he said playfully. I really liked that boy, so every word coming out of his mouth was a fact in my heart. I think that was the precise moment when I learned about the power of an election, though. If you got the right vote, you could also get the boy. Oh boy! You see, I wasn’t into politics at all when John Kerry ran for president, back in 2004. I only knew that I liked him because he was in the party of John F. Kennedy and Clinton, and I really liked Kennedy because he was a good man; and I…
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Ugly Cry and Other Emotions
Let me just start by saying that everybody is a little ugly when they cry, in case that’s stopping you from letting go. And the reason I say this is because I’m bringing up crying — like most of my heavily emotional blog posts and poems. It’s fair to say that I know exactly what it’s like to juggle multiple tasks at once; multiple gigs, projects, multiple bill due dates, friends with multiple faces…you name it. But it never occurred to me — a woman who goes to war with her different moods every month — that juggling different (simply human) emotions at once could ever be harder than PMS.…
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Best Kept Secret
An ounce of care would be nice from them you shower with awes, allow to eat your bread, take up unearned space in your shed Who knew flesh and bones could hurt so and leave you at the mercy of time that never seems to change a thing no matter how much of it’s passed Rising from my tomb at dawn to grant wishes and put out fires unconditionally since reciprocity is a rare little thing to be found in their soul Frustrated by my own weakness that gives me dark circles, ties up my gut, betrays my ego and cancels out my worth at times I need it the…
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Potential Psychopaths or Shy People
Upon realizing I was feeling tired, I turned around to skip the one mile walk and head to a local store instead, one within shorter distance. I heard the flapping sound of flip-flops following right behind me. I turned so quickly I must not have seen who it was and, by then, I was embarrassed to look back. Sometimes, I imagine that, if I ever get abducted, this is how my “captor” will get away; criminal sketch artists couldn’t save me because I didn’t want to look at my attacker’s face. I only knew it was a woman because of the shadow—long ponytail swaying from side to side. But this…
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Where He Goes – Excerpt
“By the way, you like pasta, right?” “I do.” “Perfect. Wine?” “Please.” Talking about world news and the occasional nonsense, we sip on wine and snack on veggies while waiting on the water to come to a boil. It’s so surreal to be here with him and not FaceTiming or texting. I’m close to finishing my first glass of wine when Dante, in his suave way, comes closer and tries to remove a string of moist hair from my left eye. “You know you could just ask me for a hairdryer, right?” he whispers in my ear. “And you couldn’t get any closer if you tried,” I tease him. But…
