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I spent the afternoon imagining what the different mermaids inhabiting the coast of the U.S. would look like. It was late afternoon, almost early evening, at that hour when the sunlight is soft and golden. The waves were violently crashing against the rocks, sending streams of white foam into the air. Some parts of the foam reminded me of dirty ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, the princess was a writer and a photographer. Now, she's hardly any of those things. She's determined to find what she's lost.

To be continued.

I couldn't help but cry a little as I sang along to "Brick" with Ben Folds at the concert tonight. It's such a beautiful song and my heart broke as I pondered the lyrics. Most people know it's about abortion, but it was bizarre that everyone in the Carrier Dome stood up to sing along. It truly is a great song, but it was a bizarre moment that all ( Read more... )

I considered opening this entry with the line "girls are stupid." But then I realized boys are equally as stupid. This weekend opened up some heartache for me. There was a boy. He stopped calling. He's been sighted with his ex-girlfriend. Wonderful. Let's just say it definitely influenced my choice of karaoke songs Saturday night. (And made me open ( Read more... )

Why is it that no matter how much we have, we are never happy? It's an American pandemic. This infectious disease is eating away at people. We want more than we have and we get more it's never enough and while it might satiate the appetite for a little while, it never really satisfies ( Read more... )

Now that spring break is over, graduation is coming at me full steam ahead. I'm not going to say it's terrifying, maybe slightly disconcerting is the way to describe it. I'm an emotional mixed bag when it comes to the future. It's funny, I'm not going to say I'm ready to graduate, but I'm ready for this semester to end, if that makes any sense. ( Read more... )

When I was little, I used to think of grace as something I sometimes said before dinner. I never prayed before meals on a regular basis, it usually happened at family gatherings or Girl Scout camp. It was one of those words I heard in church, the priest would say something about the grace God shows us, but I never really understood what it meant, ( Read more... )

As I've gotten older I've realized that every family has its quirks. If anyone says their family is not dysfunctional, they are probably lying. Dysfunction isn't a bad thing, that's just the way family is, you have the good and the bad, the drama and the fun all rolled into one. Family sees you at your worst and at your best and loves you all the ( Read more... )