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Out Of Office
There’s always something specific I daydream about over and over before vacation. Last summer it was sitting under a moon-lit sky eating pizza. This time, it was boogie boarding in the warm water and getting lei’d. (No offense Ryan, but I mean that literally, like the smell and feeling of the cool fragrant flowers around my neck in the fanned…
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Maui Jen
Wakes up to the ocean, dreams only of happy, swirling sea turtles. Shreds on a boogie board, eats the ocean, floats with her face toward the sun. Spoiled with never-ending showers; her hair most comfortable swirled on the top of her head. A clear mind, full of life, she is where her feet are. Even her toes find freedom outside…
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Kauai Ry
Two buttons undone on his Hawaiian polo, he saunters with red dirt beneath his feet. He takes control of the Jeep, brings “summer to winter”. His favorite place to be: lost at sea with nothing but his snorkel and fins. He smells like salt and Sun Bum. Hands in the air; when not holding a Mai Tai. Goes commando, friendly…
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The Missing App
A stolen moment of freedom spent on the porcelain throne. “Hey babe, can you watch the kids? I’ll be back in a ‘minute’ ”. I take off down the habitual rabbit hole of time well wasted; checking in on that complete stranger to see if she had her baby yet. Gmail → Instagram → Facebook. Something’s missing. Where’s that app…
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Borrowed Time
In talking with a friend about her friend’s near death experience, I asked, with a misplaced chip on my shoulder, “I wonder what he plans to do with his borrowed time?” The words left my lips and immediately made a swift u-turn, staring at me blankly in the face. Ah, right. We’re all on borrowed time. We’re all on God’s…
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What I Used to Think
“You can turn over every stone on Earth and still not find what you’re looking for.” I used to think I’d find myself in the color of my hair, or the clothes I’d wear; the number of piercings in my ear. The friends I’d make, the boys I’d kiss, the jobs I’d win, the places I’d go; how fast I’d…
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Triggers
I drove to Creative Mornings with mascara on, feeling brave and un-smudgeable. I met my friend and creative dreaming partner, Suzanne, coincidently twinning in a golden shirt, jeans and brown sandals. It was her birthday and the day before Coura’s birthday. I was feeling excited to hear some inspiring words on creativity. Five minutes into the presentation, the speaker started…
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Word Preferences
Unhelpful Helpful Settling down Putting down roots I’m unraveling I’m untangling Everything happens for a reason Everything happens I’m so sorry Thank you for understanding I’m such an idiot I made a mistake I really want to go for a walk I’m out the door! See you in a bit I’ve always wanted to go to… I just booked a…
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One Year With Coura
For my sweet Coura Joanies: As I attempt to color your beautiful world with words, I have to start with the truth. Your first year of life was the most challenging of mine. A transition into a whole new existence that neither of us saw coming. And yet, you never left my side through it all – our bright light…
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Words
The roughly 23-year-old guy at Trader Joe’s and I stood gingerly talking about the salmon in my cart. It was all fun and games until he unintentionally drop-kicked me with this line: “People my age like to go to sushi a lot and I just don’t love it.” People my age. For the first time in my adult life I…
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Altered Latitude 