{spirit}
{October Gifts}
{first}

In the heaviness of this world, I work to remind myself of first.  Of how unnecessary my pointer finger is for clicking and how important my eyes are for collecting the captured. My heart bundles the broken just as much as the bliss. 

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{grass roots growing}
i got sTriPeS
  • This is me.  No make up.  Rattle trap hair.  And on the way to the public library with my boys.
  • I'm also re-wearing these pants unwashed AGAIN tonight to Kenny's ball game.
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{cuffs & scallops}

Tick-tick-tick-tick-BOOM!  Cuffs, scallops & patent leather for the win.  Just so we're clear for all the newbies, I live, teach, create and write all out of my home.  Thus, my attire is anything Fergie-esque.  It's more of a Richard Simmons-meets-Nike middle aged mom vibe.

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{teaching writing through literature} #2
Wardrobe & Words
{fashtastic}
{teaching writing through literature} #1
{ode to mrs. roper}

Basked in moo-moos with brilliant floral printed flare.  I dig you, Mrs. Roper.  You eeked jewelry large. Draped & bobbled about you.  You were svelte in the Santa Monica sweltering humidity. Flamboyant in your ways dealing with Stanley, better yet, Chrissy.  Animated & alert for nothing more than life.  In cahoots half the time for the next big scene of hilarious adventure.  You, Mrs. Roper, are where it's at.

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{naked}

To push. Past places where insecurities sit and where hush feels better. To expose the magical God put in my chest. Bones & heart, Meg.  Bleeding comes from both.  And the healing that will happen will be so much bigger than just your letters pressed.

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{short}
{moving towards men}
{closet confessions}
{pieces}
{all skate}

And there was ALL SKATE.  Love.me.some.all.skate.  I was never huge on sucking face or even holding hands with boys until well into my upper middle school years.  Nope.I frequented Starlite for joy.  For the stale, humid, trapped-inside cocktail of oxygen & carbon dioxide whipping through my side ponytail.  For the slippery tiled UNEVEN bathroom floors with NO DOORS on the stalls.  For the limbo competition.  And, of course, for ALL SKATE. Couples skate was B-O-R-I-N-G.

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{september sizzle}
{bandit life}
{cardi party}

I love the radicalness of a cardigan with denim shorts.  Mixing mint with electric blue, Meg? Um, yeah.  The bootie.  Ahh, the booo-tayyyy. It's in, peeps.  Now is the time to cover those crusty, chipped toenail polished feetsies. And who doesn't love a good ole worn out tee?  One so soft it may just serve as a sleeper shirt too.  Did I say that out loud?

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