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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Friday, June 1, 2012

Retroblogging: Silly Self Portraits, Age unknown

Sitting in the Rain

Self Portrait
Age Unknown, 5-7?

I've finally started tackling another bucket full of papers, drawings, and documents that my mother had saved from my childhood. While I've purged about two-thirds of it, there are many priceless gems that will be making their way here, including new letters from the Grandmas, self portraits like these, and lots more retroblogging.

There are also some "interesting" discoveries, like more dance class pictures (omh, me in tap shoes at 6 and a tiny tutu!), me trussed up like a goose in 6th grade by the ambulance guys, my mother's maternal ramblings about me when I was only weeks old, and .... um.... "locks" of my hair, like 34-35 year-old 6-8 inch hanks of my hair.

Thanks Mom for saving so much of my childhood, but the hair? Really?

Um... what do I do with it now?

(After much thought and discussion, I will bury it another pile of my crap for another 34 years or so. Procrastinate much? Who me?)

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