Just for Me

The seasonal guilty pleasure of Sprite Cranberry Zero Wednesday night dinner out with my guys Sleep, blessed sleep

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I’ve been going through a time of letting go. Some pretty hefty dropping of the baggage. My friend Beth refers to it as a “wiping of the chalkboard”. My thoughts aren’t clear, but some correlations are appearing. If I wait until I have exactly what I want to say, I’ll probably be on my deathbed,

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Going forward, I’m changing my format. I’ve turned off comments for my posts. I won’t be auto-publishing to Social Media. I’ve stripped my Twitter feed to a more manageable volume. I’m starting to “unfollow” (but not “unfriend”) voices on FB. There’s a lot of transition going on in my innerspace and I’ve wanted a place

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There was an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation that I have always loved, “The Perfect Mate”. The Enterprise is unwittingly used to present a unique gift to an alien race: a beautiful empath whose sole purpose is to please her mate. Problems arise when coming out of stasis early in the voyage she