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It was never you.

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Facebook’s ‘On this day’ feature is very helpful. On this day a year ago my ex and I became Facebook official. I guess I forgot until I tripped over it today by accident; it was just sitting there, a smug little slap in the face reminding me about how happy and hopeful and safe I felt last year at this…

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I don’t believe you.

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I open my eyes in the cold, dark, still water, and my arms fly out from my sides as the weights in my chest expand and balloon; I tread water as I look around, frantic, turning this way and that, struggling to understand why, where, what, how, when, who. I open my mouth to suck the air in; black water…

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Melancholia

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  It is easy, when one is stupendously happy, to forget about the rest of the world, but from time to time the world has a tendency to intrude upon one’s happiness; a gentle but persistent reminder that there is a lot happening to everybody, and some of those everybodies are mine. The moon is big and bright and beautiful…

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Wonderful You

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People are noticing; they are talking about how I am becoming, evolving, growing,¬†into myself; finding things I lost; remembering the person I used to be¬†before I was gone, before I slipped into the abyss. Before I broke. When I would giggle too much and for no reason about everything and nothing,¬†and when my eyes were constantly laughing because my soul…

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The Fluid Nature of Friendship

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I was wiser in my twenties than I give myself credit for. In an old blog, in another time, I remember writing, at the tender age of twenty-two, that some friendships had use-by dates. Sadly, I didn’t remember my own advice, and I’ve struggled with the act of letting go all my life. It’s caused me nothing but heartache. I’ve…

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Bubbles of Excitement

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I said something last week that I’m not particularly proud of. During a moment of self-pity when I was bemoaning the tragedy of my life (as I put it so eloquently during that particular moment), and complaining to one of my best friends that I was surely beset with misfortune as I had not yet managed to have a child…

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“I can show you this” – A Love Poem

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For my boyfriend: There are very few people in the world with whom I can be myself; I don’t have to be all those things I make myself be; Perfect, well-turned-out, mature, diplomatic, laid-back; I can show you raw. I can show you bare. I can show you this. I can hear you breathing and we are both semi-wakeful, wrapped…

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Laughter, Needed

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Everyone who knows me knows I’m a huge Dr. Who fan. We’ve been waiting on the results of the biopsy, so I’m a bit stressed and not really amused at very much, not even the antics of the cats. So my sweet, funny, and lovely boyfriend decided to lift my spirits this afternoon, and he used a technique that I’m…

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Your Body, Your Rules

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What, another post, and so soon? Well, yes. I haven’t been blogging in a couple of weeks and I have some catching up to do. I read an interesting post by the friend of a friend about body hair. In other words, a woman’s body hair. In other other words, this is THAT post about body hair. You know, the…

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For The Love Of A Child

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When I was out running errands yesterday I stopped for a cup of coffee and a calming piece of biscotti in one of my favourite¬†caf√©s.¬†I wasn’t feeling particularly interested enough in humanity yesterday to indulge in my favourite¬†caf√© pastime of people watching, and I wasn’t interested in the various newspapers that hung temptingly on the newspaper stand beside the revolving…

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