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The Transience of Life

Pygmy Skeleton Bride

The holidays they come and go and with them are reminders of all the people who I’ve seen come and go in this world… each holding a part of who I am in their special way.


It”s Finally Here:

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Youth! Edition #1 in blazing duotone! Measuring 2.75″ x 4.25″, it may be diminutive in size, but not in our hearts Created for a design class, this edition features grown-up me sporting a few of the hairstyle I had as a kid. From Trendy and On-point to Failing and Gasp-worthy, all are represented here. Take […]


Project 365 ~ January 2014

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January 2014 Project 365 +\-


Project 365 ~ December 2013

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Just like the snow, December came with little warning and disappeared just as quickly. In fact, this entire year has seemed to fly by. It seems only a few days ago that we were spending New Year’s Eve fixing a broken couch and watching bad films as we waited to welcome 2013… And here we are, once again, on New Year’s Eve, waiting to usher in yet another new year… And so goes the cycle.


Letters on the Wind: Alex

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Hey, Alex,

How’s the afterlife? Seeing that you’re new there, I doubt you’ve got it all down just yet… But I bet you’ve got a good bead on things just the same. Of course, those of us you’ve left behind are stuck here first wondering why. Then accepting the inevitability of what has transpired and, finally, knowing that this not some joke. That you are gone. That they’d seen pieces of this floating downstream for months. That they wish they’d said something, done something, been something in that final moment where persuasion might have actually been met with understanding. Where certainty still could crumble into something other than where we are now… But we didn’t. You did. That’s that.

I hope the trip was uneventful. (or at least uneventful in a negative way… I’m all for positive right now.)


Project 365 ~ November 2013

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November’s iPhone Photo per Day Post


Project 365 ~ October 2013

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Project 365 Post – October ushered in cooler weather, family travel, and a generally good time!


Project 365 ~September 2013

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September’s #Project365 offerings.


Project 365 ~ August 2013

Up, Up, & Away

August was a month of getting things back to normal. School started for the kids. Planning was done. Things were said. Driveways were cut in. Parties were had. Stuff, just kinda happened! We visited the Balloon Festival in early August and we also scoped out the scary, abandoned Metro North Mall. The Scouts had a […]


Project 365 ~ July 2013

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I’ve labelled this last month “The Lost Month”. Staring on June 22, I have been on so many different immune suppressing medications that by July 14, I ended up with an emergency stay in the hospital due to a very nasty infection and a subsequent semi-quarantined, work-from-home existence for the entire rest of the month. In fact, I spent so much of my time hidden away from anyone who might be a carrier of disease that I actually started relishing the life of a hermit!


Project 365 – June 2013

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June was marked by a major MS exacerbation and the subsequent treatment thereof. Not a lot of travel, but a lot of family time was to be had by all. Here are a few highlights ~H   Zona Rosa’s Entrance Tower The Blanket Monster DOES Exist!   The newest Will Smith action Flick…   No […]


Project 365 – May 2013

In the Tall Grass

#Project365 – May 2013
May showers bring June flowers with CwCM (ˆ⌣ˆ)


Project365 – April 2013

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April means Pinewood Derby racing, family time, and FUN!!


Shopping on a Sunday Afternoon

Shopping on a Sunday Afternoon: All the pasty, pale faces, All the cheap tees and zip front hoodies… The oddly Christian ethic morphed into lame commercial culture… The everything that reminds me of you. You: With your white-washed suburban ideals, no more than 2 steps from poor, white trash. The bigotry you spew would condemn […]


Project365 – March 2013

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March’s Project365 round up!


Project 365 February 2013

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February 2013
Recap of my daily iPhone practice for The month of February.


Project 365 – January 2013

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January 2013
Recap of my daily iPhone practice for January 2013


Day of the Dead… Cookies…

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In Honor of El Dia de Los Muertos, the fam decided to decorate some delicious skull shaped cookies! I couldn’t find a skull shaped cutter anywhere in Kansas City, so we made one out of steel flashing. I created the die line and procured the materials, dad helped shape the cutter and the girls and I made […]


Fire

Burn Self. Burn.

Remnants of Anne

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“That bitch owes me money,” he said gruffly as he took another swig from the bottle. A drop of the thin, yellow liquid slid down his chin before being wiped away with the back of a withered hand.

She hated it when he got like this. Belligerent, obnoxious old fool. These were the moods that got him locked up all those times. These were the moods that got mother smacked in the mouth and made her leave. These were the moods she dreaded. In his youth, these moods were lusty declarations of manhood, charging in warlike and ready to conquer. But he was old now. Old and spent…


Waiting for the Bus: Rain

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Limes

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Letters on the Wind: The Boy

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… I think of you often. The way you used to mean so much, yet gave so little. The way you drew me in, made me want to morph into something different, altered my perception, changed my soul.

Your heart didn’t know what your words did to me — Did your mind? I was a passing fancy — An object to enjoy as long as possible before tossing me off into the wind. At the time, you loved me… Maybe? Maybe — Maybe just snippets of me. Now, years later — I simply don’t know.

Long after I ceased to exist for you, I still remember what you felt like. Your scent. Your swagger. You… as you appeared to me in your tortured glory…


Invisble, Part 1

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“I’m leaving,” she called to the empty house. Her words bounced off the cluttered furnishings like a high-bounce ball carelessly tossed by an invisible hand. “Invisible,” she thought. “I am invisible.”

It was a blustery morning as she started the many blocks to school. Not cold enough for snow, but cold enough to feel barbed ice crystals riding the wind to cut through her gloves and scarf as a knife cuts skin. Somewhere in the distance a wind chime played on the breeze until it came to some sort of violent end and clattered to a stop. Her pack felt heavy on her shoulders. She was alone. As she lumbered along, she told herself it was better this way. Alone is safe.