The author reflects on how she is perceived and her struggles with recognizing flirtatious behavior. She embraces her individuality and independence, finding solace in online interactions where boundaries are clearer. Her humor and candidness shine through as she navigates the challenges of social interaction, ultimately questioning the complexities of dating.
Life goes on
The writer reflects on their journey since starting the blog, acknowledging the challenges and expressing gratitude for supportive friends. They mention choosing healing over dwelling on the past, and express hope of rekindling a lost friendship. The update hints at closure and a positive outlook on the future amidst uncertainty.
What will be, will be
The author reflects on their writing, expressing doubt about its future. They acknowledge personal struggles and conflicting emotions. Despite challenges, they find solace in love and support. The complexity of their life makes it hard to discern between good and bad experiences. They admit to feeling both pain and happiness, ultimately finding hope in the support of loved ones.
What’s love got to do with it?
The author reflects on the complexities of love and the fear of expressing feelings. They ponder the difference between loving someone and being in love with them, and the uncertainty of when to confess feelings. The piece emphasizes the importance of communication and taking risks in life, encouraging readers to step out of their comfort zone.
Well, this is certainly new
The content shares a personal journey of growth, overcoming fear, and embracing change. The writer reflects on past relationships and choices, highlighting the journey towards self-discovery and finding happiness. Despite challenges, the writer is determined to move forward with confidence and optimism, seeking support and embracing new opportunities.
From the Dungeons of WPaD
This is from the always amazing David Stone…I dare not even try to comment.
The officer stood framed in the doorway, looked over the class of cadets, and began to speak.
“Cadets, look around you at these walls. The portraits you see are the great heroes of this country. Eisenhower, Patton, Marshall, Grant, Jackson: great leaders all, but not the true heroes of this country. For these people, while they led armies into battle, actually planned the campaigns, and waited for the results. The true Americans heroes were the thousands of men and women under their command, the soldiers and sailors who fought and died, pushed forward and fell back, won…and lost battles.
Brian Jenkins, John Willoughby, Paul Stone and thousands of others fought and died at these peoples commands so that you might enjoy the freedom to do what you’re doing; choosing your own destiny in the world. The bodies that fill the military and civilian graveyards are the bodies of our true…
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May the Fourth be with you
This post reflects the addition of a new baby in May 2005, after a difficult pregnancy, and despite complications during his birth - and the loss of a loved one shortly after - he is now a healthy, happy little boy. His mother reflects on the challenges and joys of his arrival, capturing the rollercoaster of emotions and experiences.
For Rusty
The author reflects on the death of their mother, who battled cancer for over two decades. Despite enduring multiple treatments and surgeries, she faced her final days with grace and humor. The author shares poignant memories leading up to her passing and the lasting impact her stories and legacy have on future generations.
Late day
lying here, thinking random thoughts, the breeze caresses my brow, the cicadas serenading, the body relaxes, sleep overtakes, dreams run wild, tears threaten, wake up slowly, back to reality.
You CAN’T always go home again
The author revisited their childhood home in the city and was saddened to see it boarded up and fenced off. Memories of family gatherings, care from their grandfather, and significant life events flooded their mind. The visit left them feeling melancholic, prompting reflection on the past and the need to move forward.
Pollyanna's Perspective 
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