Summer Veggies or Crushing Candies

I read about people like this and I feel like such an underachiever. Then I remember, I have the high score on SEVERAL levels of Candy Crush. Gotta love those Mainers. Click here to see why and learn about their CSA.


“I cannot have a man who is afraid of everything, I don't have the time to soothe insecurities and fears, I cannot have a man who is standing on a stone by a creek, watching for the fish to swim by and every time he sees a fish he says 'Oh look, this fish scares... Continue Reading →

Dragons, monsters and other exes

Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you art crunchy and good with ketchup. ― Anon Sometimes I am the slayer. Sometimes I am the slain. Only after many deaths do I learn that much of their golden hoard was simply intended as bait for fools. Even pyrite looks rich bathed in blood and fire.

I love cake. It’s yummy.

Never There by Cake (Great fan video) I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch I need your understanding, I need your love so much You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care But when I need you baby, you're never there On the phone long,... Continue Reading →

Redux: Was this All a dream?

Still one of my favorite things I've written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air... Continue Reading →

Life Lessons: I broke my ankle & other things I’m grateful for

I broke my ankle last week.  Okay. That is a bit hyperbolic. I only chipped the bones in my ankle. Essentially, I fell into a hole. More specifically I fell into an erosion ditch. Well, I landed on a rock jumping over an erosion ditch. The rock was big. And round. Okay! Okay! I fell... Continue Reading →

The Things I Carry: It’s All Here (Part 2)

The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn't room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn't room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like... Continue Reading →

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