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Dancing lessons

Of all the friends I’ve lost, I miss my island Zumba friend the most. She stopped talking to me after that last major episode of bipolar wreckage that apparently everyone knew about and mocked. I don’t owe an explanation of … Continue reading

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Adornment lessons

Never buy art when you’re drunk. My friend thought it was hilarious to buy me a painting that I can’t even show here, it’s so terrible. It was from a street fair, with lots of cool local artists that I … Continue reading

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The stiletto blade of truth

Out of the blue, someone can say something that resonates down to the bone. Days, weeks, months of words not penetrating too deeply, and then the stiletto blade of truth slips through the rusty chain mail that was supposed to … Continue reading

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Walking in the woods

Hiking up something tall and steep always makes me feel better. My friend and I took her kids out on a gnarly trail today. She chose a┬ámountain archaeological site; the location of spirit quests for Native Americans. They go seek … Continue reading

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Naked bike rides and the NSA

I love having friends from all different groups of people. I don’t mix them up though, EVER. I don’t tell my hippie friends about stuff from my NSA friends, and I don’t tell my uptight friends that I smoke weed, … Continue reading

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