Project 52, V. 4

Some weeks aren’t made for pretty pictures and pretty stories. This was one of those weeks — a vacation from school clodhoppered by too many night shifts and too little rest. I’m feeling rough around the edges and exhausted. At the same time, a little sunlight, like this speckling through my plastic-wrapped window, makes even […]

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A Letter to Readers

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged. I’m not a blogger, not really. I’m both too slow and too long-winded to pull off this fast-paced, techno-savy personal journalism. And, I’m not mommy-loving, belly-swelling, bread-baking enough to write one of those yummy fashion/motherhood blogs so many women adore. I know. And, none of those articles about consistency, […]

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In Other News

… I’m in nursing school. I’m also married. I mentor a little kid. And, I work. A lot. Besides, that I stink at time management. Stink. Stink. Like — Wowza, you really stink at that whole calendar, scheduler, planner thing, don’t’cha? I think about this blog often. I write all sorts of daring treatises about nursing and […]

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End of Vacation

The end of such a perfect vacation. This morning: Sipping coffee in a Vermont mug. Wearing my 50 cent Stampede find. Mulling over two weeks spent exploring the beauties of my home state and the mysteries of my marriage with my dearest, dearest friend and husband of one whole daring year. Be proud! I’m off to work, […]

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Early Morning Love

Up early this morning drinking 2-day old coffee and mumbling on in preparation for my summer intensive’s final oral report (ick! What freedom when this thing is over and done with!). Meanwhile, my husband sleeps sweetly, nested under a storm of disarrayed comforters. Watching him, my soul turns to melted butter, dappled morning light served […]

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Upheaval

The last few weeks have seen an over-haul in my life. Jeremiah and I are feeling more and more scattered, like butter scratched across crusty toast, and less and less realistic about our expectations of life and life’s expectations of us. I’ve come to admit that I hate working evenings but I insist on loving […]

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Mr. Blunt

A week ago I turned 22. Last night I realized I had jowls. Chubby cheeks have always dominated my face. I was born like an eskimo, and even as a preteen minnie, my cheeks were blow-fish full. Last night, however, indulging in a long examination of the mirror, I realized that my precious baby blubber […]

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Wood Stove Booger

She knows the infamy of my husband’s family name, and after working with Nurse Gracie over the course of a few night shifts, she told me, “I bet you get asked all the time if you’re related to the bad Breers, Harley and all. Well, you know what! I’m gonna ask you if you’re related […]

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Welcome to Reality

Eating gypsy soup (oh, garbanzo beans: the foodie throb of my choosy tongue!), typing up nursing apps, and hi-lighting pages out of my microbiology reader. Oatmeal raisin cookies in the oven while downstairs, “pot hour,” Plainfield’s favorite, hasn’t quite chimed in on the rural-urban conversation of Main St: belching cars, floozy undergrads, and a limp old man being walked by […]

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