Monthly Archives: January 2011

White Agony

the following post is entirely fictional.  Any resemblance to people in real life is entirely probable.  But this did not happen, and Lord help us, hopefully it never does. The wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round. ’round and … Continue reading

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left behind for the best

Six bridesmaid dresses. Ten friends and counting…pairing off. rings and flowers and vows. young brides. doting grooms. happy lives. new homes. gifts from registries. swelling tummies. growing families. over a dozen babies born. smiling and celebrating with them. as I … Continue reading

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, how i met your father, Mama Kat, me, my attempt at poetry, not being part of the group | 7 Comments

Surrender

This piece is Part 2 to this piece. It will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.  Go ahead.  We can wait. Welcome back.  Here is that conversation that was finally had: I was both terrified and excited … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, changes, doing something new, giving in to fate, how i met your father, life changes, life decision, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, together | 10 Comments

acting like children

I knew it would happen.  I did.  I knew I couldn’t live in the same smallish city with him and NEVER run into him. So I knew it was inevitable. But not mandatory. And after almost seven and a half … Continue reading

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, how i met your father, me, nonfiction, out of my control, things that make me go barf, what the hell am i doing | 11 Comments

Rearview Mirror

This post is completely fiction.  It was written in response to The Red Dress Club’s prompt to write a 26 sentence piece where each sentence starts with the next letter in the alphabet.  I have done my best to write … Continue reading

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, changes, fiction, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff | 18 Comments