Author: iwannabealady

My Weekend: Books and Beaches

Saturday It starts with the announcement that my favorite bookstore is having it’s $2 sale. Every book, no matter how old and beautiful or how new and shiny, is on sale. Comfortable shoes. Check. My two children. Check. My life’s savings. Check. As you’d expect, we spend a good deal of time browsing the shelves

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Flashback: Hotdog

I just had a flashback. Cue pulse of blinding white light. I’m in the past. I’m sitting on the floor in the tiled hallway of my childhood home; I’m talking on the phone with my boyfriend. The hallway was as far as the cord could reach. So I pulled the phone from the kitchen and had conversations in the hallway. My

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Impressions While Riding My Bike

So, everyday since my post the other night, I have been bike riding around my neighborhood. In fact, that’s what I’m doing now. I just wanted to get down my impressions of the night before I forgot, so instead of passing my house I ran inside and grabbed my computer. Started typing. I’ll head back

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Why Your Drafts Folder Is Stacking Up

There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.

Required Reading: Autobiographies & Memoirs

And, yes, even now, there’s no lack of crap. I know that this is a shocking revelation, but some of the so-called literature in many grade school literature books is crap squeezed between two covers.

Travel Tag!

Y’all want to know more about my travel experiences? I sure hope so because I’ve been nominated for a travel tag by the lovely Angela. She’s got all sorts of variety in her posts, from travel to food to regular postings of her favorite things. Check her out. So let’s get to the questions, shall

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Piles of Books and Clothes

So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something, and I

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My Mother and Girl Power

So I grew up in the age of Girl Power. Us girls were told that we could do anything, be anything. We were presented with posters of women playing sports and dressed in astronaut gear. We were shown women in suits. Power suits with shoulder pads. You didn’t mean business if you didn’t have shoulder

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