I found my first grey hair this morning.
Weeeeeeeird.
I blame it on that final creation project.
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this is me singing
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
-Mary Oliver
-Mary Oliver
this is me singing
About Me
- Isabel
- Two parts twee, three parts "Wheee!"... that's me!
How I Spend My Time at Work
Stuff What They Wrote
Stuff What I Wrote
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- Mamma mia!
- Here's to the artists
- Link-a-licious
- Busy bee... but still sad
- Acrylic therapy
- Back in the Saddle Again
- Ouch, says my wallet
- A painful, piteous rite of passage
- Lessons in Adulthood
- Isa-bunny ain't so funny
- I must be getting old...
- I give up.
- Monday morning never looked so good
- End of Term Four, part IV
- The End of Term Four, part III
- Reading a borrowed copy of Ralph Ellison's Invisib...
- Minneapolis bridge is falling down...
- The End of Term Four, part II
- Playing Catch-up : The End of Term Four
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