dear Mikki and Katie…
so much of my life has been defined by a pair of thong flip flops and the mistakes i have made. at 21 years young, i walked into the post office in downtown bangor on a rainy afternoon, in my dark gray american eagle flip flops and too big for my head...
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dear Mikki and Katie….
for a long time, i thought that the coast of Maine is where i was born to live…there is something about the water that pulls me under and it always made me feel a profound sense of peace and comfort. now that i have been gone from my little home town over...
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dear Mikki and Katie…
so this topic probably isn’t totally “life affirming” and won’t give you the warm fuzzies or anything. sorry about that. sometimes i just need to bang away at these computer keys about something not so soul serious. and the not-so-serious topic today is PixOs! {for those mothers/fathers/caretakers who have not been ever...
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dear Mikki and Katie…
sunset street was on sunrise terrace. it really was the best place in town to see the sunset too, or the sunrise, and the Maine State Prison. the subdivision had blossomed with young, hardworking married couples in the 1970’s, and soon there were sprouts of little people all around the same...
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dear Mikki and Katie…
i remember the day i brought you home from the hospital, Mikki. we entered our third floor Bangor apartment for the first time as parents, and i sat on the couch while i unbuckled your sleeping body from the safety of your car seat. it had snowed on the ride home in...
