Sometimes you need a change from tradition.
I long held on to the traditions of my family, and slowly let go of some of them as I grew older. I realized Christmas was more about spending time with family than about tradition or gifts.
Part of it was undoubtedly hanging on to a time when my family [...]
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You can take your meth labs. You can blow yourselves up. Poison your own trailer with toxic byproducts. Poison yourself. Neglect your children. Make scads of money and buy yourself some new teeth. I DO NOT CARE. Just stop fucking with my cold medicine and my ability to purchase it without undergoing fingerprinting, blood tests [...]
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Months ago, Pilgrim brought our attention to Post Secret, a site that shares secrets people send on post cards.
I admit that I checked that site occasionally, and was often touched or bothered by the secrets shared. Now the creator of the project, Frank Warren, has published a collection of the cards.
I also admit that I [...]
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If you get a chance, take a look at my pictures from my trip home.
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I watched the mountains pass below and then the fog cover the hills. I was returning home, or at least to the place my stuff calls home.
I felt a little depressed to see the fog, to remember I was back in California’s Central Valley, which is now in the heavy, thick grip of winter fog [...]
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Vowed that if I had a cell phone I’d never become one of those people who talked loudly on them in a public place. Even better, at a restaurant. But I did.
Used it as an alarm clock already. Was useful in a bedroom that only had a display type clock with no alarm.
Have [...]
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I knew it might be hard to avoid eating meat on my trip home. So instead of being fussy and causing trouble, I decided to backslide. Mostly because I’d started dreaming of eating a smoked turkey panini from Panera Bread or a chicken focaccia panini from Martin’s Super Market. Mmm. You can’t get that stuff [...]
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