I’ve been working a long time. A lot longer than most people I know in my age range. Part of that was due to a strong penchant for disliking boredom and work kept me busy. When I was a kid,…
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Creative Convalescence
I’ve been AWOL lately and perhaps even by my own volition. It’s been a crazy few weeks and I haven’t even had time to think, let alone to decide what I wanted to share with you. In any case, it’s…
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The ‘R’ Word
I recently jumped onto the Community bandwagon – a show about a group of seven misfits attending a community college. It took a while for me to get there, clearly, and I was incredibly resistant when it became the new…
On Indifference
I have spent the better part of a year attempting to fix something that was broken for a long time before I finally worked up the nerve to change my life. Some tell me that celebrating this is essentially ridiculous…
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I’m on the Pursuit of Happiness
“Every Friday I post a list of five things for which I’m grateful. I try to sit in silence for a half hour a night. I’m focused on my creative projects. I’m managing my time better and I realize that…
The Adventures of Winter in New England
This rant isn’t about you folks from tropical climates that find yourself spread across five uncomfortable seats at Logan Airport. No, this is about you Townies. You know who you are. You were born here, never left and plan to…
Holiday Madness Prep
Well all, I hate to disappoint you but Creative Girl hasn’t been doing a great job as of late. There hasn’t been much positive inspiration and the rabbit hole got pretty deep there for a while. I am indeed happy…
America: The Land of the Free
Relatively recently, I had the pleasure (if you could call it that), of working in a call center. Part of how I discovered it wasn’t for me was the phone call I made to the man who decided to lecture…
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