Category: word of the year
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I am unkept. And I am her.
It occurred to me, and I don’t know why it took until tonight, that I have no keeper. There is no one that is in my home that I answer to, ever. No one to keep me from a full week of cereal for dinner. Not a soul who bothers…
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On Becoming after unbecoming
As I talked about in a different post, I’ve spent a few years unbecoming the layers of me that I have been wearing that really aren’t me at all. A lot of the this came out of simply putting myself last. I found myself in a place where I cared…
Mitzi’s Happy 