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Continue reading →: You, Me, and a Bit of Bubble Wrap
So what that he stood about half a foot shorter – he carried himself with such confidence, I couldn’t help but be charmed. Plus, you know I’ve always had a thing for musicians. It was about a year after the end of what had been my only true love affair,…
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Continue reading →: To Do List 4/7/14
Because I’m having a teensy-tiny problem getting my head in the game lately, here’s the list of crap I need to accomplish before I’m allowed to reward myself with something delicious. And by something, I mean someone. And by delicious, I mean best thing since sliced bread. And by reward,…
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Continue reading →: Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty (Neutral Milk Hotel Edition)
The house lights dimmed. A slight shift to her right, and his body heat invaded her space. Her breath snagged. The first song rolled towards them, chords rumbling over her heart. He swayed in time; she let herself follow suit. She sneaked a glance, to find him gazing back, smiling.…
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Continue reading →: The House Party
I see it from outside. Always outside, just a few feet to the right. You’d think I’d be above, looking down, like someone who is dying, or maybe lucid dreaming. But either of those would have been preferable, I guess. It’s funny – it’s the second worst thing that ever…
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Continue reading →: The Badge
We wear our Katrina stories like badges of honor. The rest of the world has moved on, and to the unskilled eye, it probably appears that most of us have, too. But no matter how successful we appear, we’re forever scarred. Fear hovers just below the surface, waiting to rear…
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Continue reading →: Memories, Not Dreams
There’s no answer to today’s Daily Post prompt. How could I possibly pick just three memories from 32 years, to be defined henceforth as the most memorable? My memories are like selections from a favorite jukebox: all are worthy of space, some are overplayed, a few are delightful one-hit wonders…
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Continue reading →: A Prayer for Exhaustion
It’s funny how the Daily Post keeps giving us perfect prompts for a chat about The Camino. Today, for instance, we’re asked to discuss our sleep habits – something that has been particularly troubling me regarding this pilgrimage. You see, I have a great deal of trouble nodding off, and…
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Continue reading →: A Fountain Full Of Wine
Today’s Daily Post prompt asks us if we’ve ever thrown a coin in a fountain and had our wish come true. When I was small, there was a water feature at the local mall into which people used to toss their coins. My mom always had to restrain me from…
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Continue reading →: The Breakfast Soundtrack
I’m an introverted only child, born to an sweet, oddball mother and a studious, slightly wacky father. For my entire life until I went away to college in 1999, we operated as a pretty tight family unit with lots of unwritten, albeit strongly adhered-to, rules. One of those rules was…
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Continue reading →: A Little Perspective
I’m running on empty, so this will be short. Just capturing a thought or two before I hit the proverbial hay. (“Screw you, hay!” *pow – right in the kisser!* Haha – sigh. Moving on…) So tonight I walked into a store with a particular item in mind. I’m buying…
Hello,
I’m Nova
I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!
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