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The world is ready for her Valentine tonight. She's chosen to go with purity, the little white dress instead of the black. But not for a second should we forget this snowy wrap is just a f...

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According to my mother, women judge the depth of a man’s readiness for a relationship on the arrangement of his furniture. (And other things, of course.) The specifics of her belief have always b...

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Being honest with ourselves may be one of the most difficult tasks we’ll ever face. We shroud the truth in layer after layer of obscuring false trails, afraid to look it in the eye. Our truth is ...

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I haven't fallen in love in ages think it's due to the war that wages between my too complacent present and my discontented past. I've been too caught up in ghosts with diamonds on their fi...

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I periodically like to wear my heart on my Craigslist sleeve. I'll be honest, I've had MORE success from that medium than any other site. It's because I'm a words person. Here's what I wrote this...

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I am finally returned to some semblance of health and with mixed feelings about the matter, back at work. Yet, as I don’t tend to write unless I’m at work these days, I suppose it can’t be all th...

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Yesterday, I went through a metamorphosis. I became a pyjama beast, an upright cat in flannel pants cozied in its winter lair. I guzzled lasagna like a famous orange-furred feline and slur...

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Lyrics I wrote this morning. Sacrificing grammar for metrics makes me hurt, but I like the song anyway. Copyrighted 2013 and all that jazz. She Ain't Perfect When she smiles her teeth ain't...

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Ah, Dulcinea, where are you my lovely? I have lain at the feet of giants while they spun their arms in lazy circles in mockery of my effort. I would have rid of the world of their fiendish fl...

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A fresh start, a new community, self uprooted and replanted in a different, roomier pot. I am one of a migration, but it's time to hide behind a fresh mask and try on a pseudonym for size. There'...

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