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Weeding my garden put me in the hospital.

That I was weeding was an oddity in itself.

I love planning a garden.

 I love planting a garden.

 I love harvesting a garden.

I absolutely abhor maintaining a garden.

I always have. Even before it required me to go to physical...

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Five years ago, I dyed my hair blue for the first time.

It was a promise I'd made to myself when I started my business.

I wanted to do something I knew wouldn't fly at any of my old workplaces.

Now, when I went blue, I wasn't new to hair color.

I'd always wanted to be a redhead, so I...

Well, last week was a week, wasn't it?

In my neck of the woods, we had a Monday holiday.

Then two snow days.

Then, finally, a day of school!

...and then another snow day. 

We only had a few flurries last year, so these snows that dropped enough for sledding--and canceled school!--were a BIG...

I used to love life hacks. The stupider the better.

The algorithms figured this out and fed me video after video.

Most weren't hacks so much as crafts. And the rest seemed more complicated than what you're supposed to make easier.

It didn't matter, I'd watch the videos anyway.

Some of that was...

So, the world’s on fire. Even with my limited news diet, I know this.

And we’re all just supposed go on being productive?

How?

The thing is, I actually really want to be productive right now.

Because what I want more than anything is to re-write that “always be productive”...

How many times did you ask yourself this week, "whyyyyyyyy do I have to do SO MANY THINGS?"

Life as an adult is exhausting and overwhelming.

I wish I could tell you that all vanishes when you start a business. But then the pants on my lyin' butt would catch fire, and I do not want that headache.

The week after Labor Day always feels so...blah.

When I commuted, I always noticed how everyone on the road or the metro looked like kids who'd just been told they could never eat Oreos ever again. 

It's like we collectively understand, regardless of the weather where we live, that summer's...

There are no skeletons in my closet.

There's an entire cemetery.

There’s the Hobby Mausoleum. Entombed here are the remains of quilling supplies, beads, embroidery floss, jewelry paraphernalia, partially completed projects--along with all the craft flotsam I’ve accumulated from my...

A short, slim nightstand lived between the twin beds of sisters for at least two generations. What secrets was it privvy to?

The first sisters I know of were my mom and aunt. But for all I know, it may have been in a room with my grandmother and her sister before that.

The second pair was me and...

I can’t remember one of the funniest things I ever heard.

We were sitting around the table at my brother’s house…a bunch of my family, including my octogenarian grandmother.

I don’t remember what we were talking about---or even what she said---but I know it was on point,...

Ladies, we’ve all seen it.

The line snaking out of the restroom.

I eyed this one, watching people shift around, hoping their bladders would hold out. Those at the back rummaged their pockets for snacks–it was going to be a while.

The opposite door had no line. And I really had to pee....