Sometimes, adventure is loss

When I was 15, I went on my first adventure. It wasn’t by choice. I grew up in Fort Mill, SC, a small town where everyone knew each other. My friends were mostly friends I’d had since childhood, and there was a certain security about knowing that my closest allies were always just a phone…

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It’s not about me. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

It’s not about me. It’s not about me. It’s not about me. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t make this any easier. Things are changing too fast. In the past four weeks My grandmother died. My parents who live with my grandmother now have to decide what to do. And what to do…

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The only thing missing is turndown service

Have I mentioned I’m an impatient person? No, my house is not even on the market yet. Yes, I know this is not a good seller’s market. But that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about what I want next – and wishing I had it now. The problem with looking at houses and townhomes is…

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An end of an era

Today, I will admit I am a bit sad. One of my closest friends, my partner in crime on many occasions, is stopping by my house to pick up some of her things before she moves to Cincinnati this weekend. Things she left during craft days and bicycle days and writing days and painting days.…

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Getting a roommate at age 30

Jeff and I used to live in a much smaller house. It was a 3-bedroom rental, and it was built in the 1960s so the rooms were small. Between our two offices and our bedroom, it was a full house. We didn’t let that stop us from having parties – every weekend the house was…

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Poetry assignments

I have a minor in Creative Writing from Winthrop University. Between that and my mass communication (print journalism) degree, when I was in college, I was constantly writing. After college, I got a job as an editor/designer, and I stopped writing. For a long time. I longed to get it back, and eventually I started…

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