Category Archives: old friends

Fear and loathing

Trigger warning – I use the f word a lot in this post. (sorry) I’ve been trying to write something for over a week and I just can’t seem to get past a few paragraphs. Most days I walk around … Continue reading

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There’s no place like home

Sometimes I’m not sure where home really is. I moved here 17 years ago, in the midst of a terrible, confusing, dark time in my life. The only light was my Bear – he held the broken pieces of me … Continue reading

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Home is where the Bear is

A week away doesn’t seem that long when you say it. It’s just seven days, eight days, seven nights, who’s counting? You plan and plan and make lists and agendas and then you pack and pack way too much – … Continue reading

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