a bit of help

A billion years ago, I used to do polls quite often here at Rarasaur blog. It helped shape a direction when I was feeling multi-directional. I’m hoping more than five people will participate in this one, so I can get a micro-idea in the here and now, too. I’ve been very sleep-deprived lately, and sometimes-sad […]

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rara borboleta

I want the universe to know I can write about small things. And by small, I don’t mean brain-clot-small, I don’t mean prison-cell-small, I don’t mean urn-of-ashes-small, I mean, door-hinge-small. I could write about door hinges. I could find a story there. I see beauty there. One time, a contractor told me that most door […]

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self check in

I know you have been good today, but have you been kind? Did you smile at strangers even though they couldn’t see your lips tip up at the corners from behind your mask? Did you tell a puppy that they are a very good doggo? Did you walk around a leaf that could have been […]

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The Blog Tab

I’ve been using WordPress for a very long time. There’s 52 blogs connected to this account– some that I manage, some that I am just the appointed extra contact for. Many of these are premium accounts. So, when stuff started falling apart over this last year, I got a little worried. I honestly didn’t know […]

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5 October Joys

1 Self-care. My new Etsy shop where people can buy some of my late husband’s art on a t-shirt, or even one of my little expressions. It feels good to know that Dave’s art is out there again, and that my words have been made tangible. And, who knows– maybe it’ll even help me chip […]

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floof

I walk every day because one time I went to prison, fractured my hip, and then five years later had surgery to correct it. Now it’s a mandatory part of therapy. If my body did not ache when I skipped a walk, I would not bother. I’m quite content to watch the outside from the […]

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not out of the woods

Last night wasn’t the first night of un-sleep, but it was the first night I took medicine for it. Medicine that decided I needed awakeness more than it needed to do its job. I got out bed to write instead, but it was too cold, too dark. Earlier in the day, it had been too […]

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yellow / love like

My love boomerangs and shapeshifts, and hovers like goosebumps leapt out of my skin. My love’s scratched up like a record that skips as well as it croons, like a window that can’t quite stay open but tries, like hardwood floors that the dogs are allowed to dance on now. My love gets growing pains, […]

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