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A life that's spanned three decades, So many things I've collected. Multiple interests - jack of all trades, A reason behind things I've selected.   Books, pens, and even some technology, Rests in my private little space. But do they hold a place in my anthology? Or is it, rather, the thrill of the chase?… Continue reading Treasures

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Christmas Letter

Memories from the past, Seeping into my mind. A time long since passed, Desires that were declined.   Shiny objects and pretty things Often asked by others my age. Waiting to see what Santa brings, Only wanting her pain to assuage.   At the start of autumn long ago, My letter was written - my… Continue reading Christmas Letter

Adulthood, Blogging, Daily Prompt, Growing Up, Love, PostADay, Wordpress, Writing

Seven Wonders

These┬áSeven Words are a promise. In essence, don't be afraid of change but don't forget how you got to where you are now. And as you keep moving, show others compassion - even those that don't seem to deserve it. Often times, they are the ones that need it the most. Love to you all,… Continue reading Seven Wonders

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Truth about Domestic Violence

A little over a week ago, I woke up and sat at my computer as I normally do. After my morning Dr. Pepper, which serves as my coffee, and wiping┬áthe sleep out of my eyes, I booted up my computer and headed to FaceBook to see what was going on. I thought, for a moment,… Continue reading Truth about Domestic Violence

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I hate to think I’ve been blinded, baby.

I sometimes think that I was born in the wrong era. I am but 33 years old yet I enjoy things from the past. Led Zeppelin is one of those things from long ago that I adore so very much. I have been rather busy the last few months - going out more and trying… Continue reading I hate to think I’ve been blinded, baby.