harumph

I just ran into my ex at Chipotle. It was pleasant, enough. I was pleasant, enough, but I think my body posture was rude. Eh. I should have uncrossed my arms when he came up to say “Hello”… I should have hugged him, or at least touched him on the arm. Eh. Sometimes, I hate the juggling […]

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camp – a true confession

So, admittedly, I have begun gathering for camp; not packing, per se, but gathering and pairing and setting things about the place in preparation for summer camp. Today, I did something for the first time, ever… I dropped shirts off at a professional laundry. I have been debating it for some time, but didn’t want […]

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a holding card

I am in a foul mood. If there is such a thing as postpartum depression for an artist and his show, I would have it. To be clear, last night was fantastic. Truly so. I do have photos of the food and crowd and art, but for simplicities sake this afternoon, I left my personal belonging at […]

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