Project 52, V. 12

I didn’t think much about taking pictures this week, too caught up with the last festivities and miseries of nursing school. Putting my camera card in Harlow this morning, I found this messy shot: My mom sent me this wonderful “stress package” on Monday, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve already eaten every […]

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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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Things I Wonder: Counting Sheep

Jeremiah is off to a cattle trade in Maine with his friend George. I’m home alone in our little apartment, seeping in the goodness of breeze, coffee, and text messages from my husband. I’m also putting off another business paper! Dag nab-it! It’s odd to spend a Saturday morning apart. I often work weekends; it’s part of […]

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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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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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