Category: Handle with Care 365 2020
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post your joy.
I’m struggling to get out of bed this morning. I struggled yesterday, too. And last night, I came home from work, hauled my carcass into our living room, turned on the fireplace, and went to sleep for three and a half hours. I’m struggling, too. I don’t remember when it became okay to call people…
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You were my best friend
And now you aren’t. And what should I do about that? About the memories, and selfies, and the times that we called the other for no reason at all, except maybe to brag, or gag over what he’d said, or to stave off his advances or stall. You were my best friend. And now you…
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even the strongest sometimes ‘can’t’
I woke up this morning from a devastating dream. I dream every night. Some dreams are so real, and so vivid, that I wonder if I should pen to paper all that I saw and churn out a series of books, or novels a la Twilight. Typically, I have to give my head a solid shake…
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Under pressure
“Are you typing?” he asks from the road. “You won’t have a lot of time to finish if you’re not already. It’s a bit slippery out today, and you’ll need extra time to drive in.” “I’m not, and I don’t want to,” I pout into the phone, yanking the covers up the bed. Who the…
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date night woes
Real talk, he said. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m your best friend. I don’t plan to sugar coat it anymore. You don’t look fat. You don’t. You don’t look fat! By now, he’s yelling, and the vein in his face is strengthening, his cheeks are reddening. You don’t look fat, he repeats. You have a…
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Ooo Child, things’ll get easier
“I thought you were 21, 22!” “Ha,” I scoff (21 is generous, early 30s might be a wee more realistic), “I have a kid in college!” Don’t be deceived by over-sized bows and a penchant for knee highs. I absolutely have three teenagers, one of whom is closing in on her final lap around these…
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the art of loving your body & all it’s 2000 parts
It wasn’t that long ago that someone made fun of my breasts. They’d stolen a photo of me, and posted it online with the caption of not settling for low-hanging fruit. Let’s be clear. I’m more wigged out by someone stealing one of my photos and re-posting it than I am about whether or not…
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hot tubs are gross.
That’s okay, you don’t have to agree. I don’t use them very often. And if I do, I’m typically by myself. I also am secretly fascinated by Disney, but can’t justify the cost. No matter how many times I’ve gone through the motions of trying to organize a trip to go. From driving, to meal…
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When Harry almost met Sally
It actually perplexes me when the question is asked: can men and women be friends? I dunno. Can you keep yourself in check enough to not slather yourself on someone? Do you have enough self restraint? (I’m laughing saying this; you can, too.) A few years back, I met the wrong guy. I did. There’s no two ways…
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When the stars go blue
Not every blog is going to churn out as a manifesto. But sometimes, even when I’m running late, and my head is pounding, there’s something that’s begging to be written. And said. And told. We were at Walmart of all places the other day. I think it might have actually been our first time at…
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