The Stream of Consciousness One

This one isn't going to flow very well. Unless you ADORE James Joyce. Then you just might love this one. James Effing Joyce was the bane of my existence in grad school. I was tasked with reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man not once, not twice, but THREE times. And each time... Continue Reading →

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No Filter. No Excuse. No Escape.

I just posted a very nicely filtered photo from my Instagram account which I use primarily for business purposes. I adore filters. Make-up is my love language. "Me, but enhanced" is my next tattoo. "Lipstick" is my middle name. You get the idea. But in reality, I feel like crap and am doing laundry in... Continue Reading →

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