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Embracing Uniqueness
This morning, as I looked out my bedroom window, a wash of early sunlight coming through the trees, a thought struck me—a thought so compelling, I knew I had to write it all down. Belonging, or more accurately, the lack thereof. In my case, it is the perpetual struggle to do so. Throughout my life, the scrutiny seemed endless. People often questioned everything about me, delving into aspects of my existence that were both personal and, frankly, none of their business. They questioned my sexuality, as if it were a puzzle for them to solve, not a facet of my identity. They doubted my intelligence, undermining my thoughts and contributions…
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Writing, Photography, And My Life With Amelia
As I sit here, my fingers poised over the keyboard, I can’t help but feel a wave of exhilaration mixed with a hint of disbelief. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that is entirely dedicated to my deepest passions: writing, photography, and my beautiful relationship with Amelia. For years, I found myself juggling the demands of a conventional career with my innate desire to create. My days were filled with tasks and responsibilities that, while vitally important, didn’t ignite the spark within me. Each evening, as I sat down to write or sifted through photos from my latest adventure, I felt a surge of…
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We Simplify Our Journey To Make It Understandable
As I sit here this January, I can’t help but think about the past ten years. It’s incredible to consider how much time has passed and how far I’ve come. Ten years, a whole decade, feels like a lifetime in human years. It’s long enough to transform completely, to shed skins and emerge anew. But it’s also just enough time to realize how quickly moments can blend into one another, how easily the days can slip through our fingers like grains of sand. Ten years ago, I was a very different person. I was at the south end of my career, feeling stagnated and unfulfilled. Professionally, I had hit a…
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The Westholm, Nevermore
Visiting my mom in Upstate New York always brings a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of the simplicity and innocence of childhood. Today was no different. As I drove through the familiar streets of where I used to live, the memories came flooding back, each one a vivid snapshot of a life that once was. My visit to mom was brief yet heartwarming. We chatted about everything and nothing, sipping soda in her living room, surrounded by the comforting smells of home. But amidst our conversations, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of transience. Nothing ever stays the same, I thought. I was born, and one day I’ll die. The…
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Memories Of The 1990’s
This morning, memories of the 1990’s unfolded before me as I let my mind wander back to those golden years. There’s a comfort in nostalgia, a gentle reminder that amidst the evolving moments of our lives, some remain etched in of our hearts, untouched and evergreen. Lately, as the brisk September wind dances through the leaves, I find myself enveloped in a warm embrace of yesteryears, a tender reunion with the moments that sculpted me into the woman I am today. I cast my memory back to the unforgettable summer of 1996—a time of blooming discoveries and the sweet taste of freedom. That summer held the magical paradox of youthful…
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The Seasons Of My Life
Last night, nestled deep within the embrace of my blankets, I found myself lost in a dream on a journey through time. The landscape of my dreams is often a curious one, a theater where the scenes that unfold often transcend the boundaries of waking reality. As I fell asleep, I was transported to the various turning points of my life, watching, as if on a silver screen, the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows. The seasons of my life have never been kind to me, changing not just in weather, but in emotion and spirit. Like trees in winter, I’ve sometimes felt bare, stripped of hope and warmth.…
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I Disappeared Down A One-Way Track
I returned to the place where I grew up. Everyone I knew has left in search of fairer weather. All that’s left are the faces and the names in faded grade school yearbooks. My past has become a jumbled collection of distant, and often faded memories that feel as if they belonged to someone else in another lifetime. All the memories seem to center around my parents house; the good times, and the bad. I remember looking at the house, and my mom falling in love with the property and saying to the sellers that it was perfect. I remember the time when we were moving in and the house…
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The Enchanting Aura Of Nostalgia
In a world that constantly propels us forward, there is something undeniably captivating about the past. The allure of nostalgia is a gentle whisper that beckons us to revisit cherished memories and bask in the warmth of bygone days. As a woman who finds solace in emotions of nostalgia, I have come to appreciate the enchanting aura it brings to my life. Nostalgia has a unique way of resurrecting the forgotten sights and sounds of our past. The mere scent of an old book, the crackle of vinyl records, or the delicate touch of a handwritten letter can transport us to another time. As I thumb through the pages my…
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Return To Taconic Mountains Ramble State Park
Amelia and I, filled with nostalgia and a sense of deep connection, took an afternoon visit to Taconic Mountains Ramble State Park, where we had first set foot as a newlywed couple, two years ago. May 2023
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Celebrating Amelia’s 36th Birthday
The sky was painted with hues of gold as the sun came up on another glorious day. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty surrounding me, knowing that it paled in comparison to the woman who holds my heart. Today is my wife’s 36th birthday, and I am filled with gratitude and excitement as we celebrate the quirks that make her the extraordinary person she is. From the moment I met her, I knew there was something different about this woman, who would become the love of my life. Her vibrant spirit, warm smile, and unconventional ways attracted me like a moth to a flame. As our relationship blossomed,…