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For Better or Worse

FOR BETTER Food is comfort.  Comfort in food.  Maybe it’s just that time of year, but this has been my mantra for the past few weeks.  With the end of summer vacation bringing a deluge of clues signaling the beginning of a new era, the threat of upheaval has been at the forefront.  The natural […]

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Scripture

WRITING IS MY THERAPY.  I only just voiced it and knew it to be true.  Words stroking my hair, tender with curiosity.  The mighty pen, a hand on my back holding me up.  It has been the one constant support in my life, a warm blanket, my consoling hug.  In the rare, quiet moments (as […]

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Measurement Chart

KEEP TRACK OF YOUR PROGRESS as you overcome challenges, change routines and form new habits.  Not only is it unbelievably rewarding to have evidence of your hard work, but in times when I felt stagnant and found myself at a plateau in my weight loss, I turned to the data I had documented on my […]

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Declaration

The Unburdening Alone again.  No words to cut the deafening silence.  Nothing.  Week upon week of seclusion.  Emptiness.  I am unacknowledged, invisible, non-existent. Worlds apart.  No common ground.  Missed understanding.  Discomfort, distrust and disillusionment.  To continue is agony.  But, this is what we know. I live and breathe and think.  Wishful thoughts.  Tormenting...

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Hope(less)

The Unburdening I’m reaching my climax.  I’m at the highest of my lowest-of-the-lows.  How do I know this?  Because I have been here once before. Not more than 15 minutes ago, I was downstairs sitting alone in the dark, curled up in fetal position on my cream wing-back chair, my hands tightly interwoven, not in […]

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Sticks and Stones

The Unburdening I’ve been struggling with words the past few weeks.  They come slow, stunted and disjointed, and land spattered on the page half-dead.  I know why.  Their passage is obstructed by omnivorous emotions and persistent stressors in hot pursuit.  Sweet cajoling nor promises of refuge could lure them out. Then, just when I almost […]

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