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Continue reading →: A Letter To My SadnessI used to think that hiding my inexplicable bouts of sadness was the necessary thing to do. I wanted to be someone who was a joy to be with, but a person who so very often found herself weighed down by an invisible force was decidedly not a joy to…
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Continue reading →: Caffeine-Addled Cacophony of ConsciousnessI had two dirty chai lattes in a row this morning, and I am sitting here lamenting the lack of wisdom in that decision. My pulse is through the roof, and my thoughts are racing faster than they usually do. I am thinking about all the things that need to…
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Continue reading →: Curioser and CurioserWhat must life have been like for our ancestors, who had no other source of information but the world around them? Their experiences were there teachers; their elders their aggregator. They knew something was real when they saw, felt, smelled, or tasted it. Their hands were used to understand their…
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Continue reading →: MetamorphosisIn the last couple of years, I have finally felt safe enough to admit that for the majority of my life, I had no idea what I wanted. Growing up, emotions were unsafe places, and I was made to feel that certain emotions were wrong. I learned instead that being…
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Continue reading →: Thoughts Before 6 AMI watched a bird commit a violent act today. It had in its beak a bug; its breakfast, one can assume. It banged the bug against the roof repeatedly to knock it unconscious. I listened to the tap-tap-tapping sound of the insect’s armor proving to be useless against the necessity…
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Continue reading →: Happy To Be HereThe most beautiful thing about having lived a handful of decades is that with it comes a plethora of experiences — some of them wonderful, and some downright heinous. After 40 years, you can expect to have gone through the wringer a couple of times, and if you’re still standing…
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Continue reading →: Death and Other MysteriesI had written a whole thing about how every death of a loved one feels like a supernova, with the result being either a black hole or a neutron star, but for some reason WordPress didn’t save it. I had some clever insights on spaghettification and pancake detonation and how…
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Continue reading →: In the BattlefieldI woke up this morning with feelings of excitement bursting from my chest. Never in my life have I received such clarity about my next steps, the directions so sure. While I always knew that writing was God’s path for me, I always got caught up with the What, Where,…
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Continue reading →: A Daily ReckoningThere was a time in my youth when I did stupid things on purpose. There’s a particular one, that maybe one day I will have the courage to write about, where I even said out loud “tonight, I’m going to make a mistake.” I have worked through a lot of…
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Continue reading →: Love Is InconvenientThe love we get sold on screen is always a fairytale. There’s an initial connection that neither party can resist, which leads to conversations lasting hours, and usually some form of physical intimacy. Then the days that follow are just filled with enjoyment and laughter and wanting to be with…
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I’m Kris
Wife to an amazing man and mother to two crazy kids I would burn the whole world down for. I love to write, and so I write. I also love to draw, but I’m not very good at it. I do real estate and own a business. It’s a lot. And it’s a mess, sorry I didn’t have time to fix up. Come in, but watch your step! There’s probably some spilled snacks on the floor. And some Legos. But that’s okay, the couch is cozy and the coffee is hot. Let’s make chika!
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