Playground Rejection The boy looked like Chris Pine, and his name was Derik; he liked another girl. He’d chase her around our school’s grassless playground, she’d scream. It looked fun, so I joined. Another boy started to chase...
Read MoreMom‘s little dough dolls Mom’s in the pantry, shaping dough, thick and caramel-brown, into doll figures. They’re like gingerbread men but fancier, because they’re girls. All the shapes are round and smooth, sturdy. Two cookie...
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I’m doing a day of laundry. Again.
But also I think I need to smash and smoosh some clay tomorrow. Maybe. I’m not sure.
Read MoreIt’s FRIDAY. The 13th.
I can’t remember ever feeling this happy that it’s Friday. I am SO ready to do almost nothing tomorrow.
As little as possible. Woo-hoo!
Read MoreJust exhausted.
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Moving.
A.
Lot.
Surprising myself.
Feeling a bit hectic, a bit lost. But I’m doing all the things.
I’m getting around, somehow.
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