Tag Archives: life in Portland Maine

Misunderstood

When I write, or speak for that matter, I always assume I am understood. Unless there’s a reason to assume otherwise, I feel like the Great Communicator. Patting myself on the back here because there are so many things I … Continue reading

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Je Ne Sais Quoi…Sense of place

Pretty bad for a writer to admit right up front in the title that there is something she cannot describe. In my search to put into words the reason I call two places home, I am looking for concrete explanations … Continue reading

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Giving it my worst

I just had a 1 hour massage. I am in pain. My massage therapist commented early on in the torture, “Your rhomboids are Rice Krispy-like.” I’ve heard bad lines, but that was just about the worst ever. While Katniss was … Continue reading

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