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The Comfort of Hard Times
It’s Saturday morning. I made breakfast and ate it in bed. Blanket wrapped around me, coffee in hand, quiet all around. I don’t even feel guilty. I need this. I’m about to draw another bath. The water will be hot enough to sink into my bones to loosen the aches that won’t go away. Outside Continue reading
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A Night of Opera and Old Glamour
Last night I attended a historic performance at Tacoma’s Pantages Theater; The first part of Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen – Das Rheingold. It was a night filled with music, history, and emotion. But what made it truly special wasn’t just the performance. It was what I decided to wear. I pulled out my old Continue reading
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No Vacations, No Retirement —Just Grit and Grace
I grew up in what my mother called “working poor.” It wasn’t a label we wore publicly. It was just… life. At first, I thought we were like everyone else. I thought soup kitchens were just another kind of restaurant. I thought thrift stores were where everyone got their clothes. I thought rich meant your Continue reading
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