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The Daily Conversation

Addy: You have lots of doors open to you!

Me: I do not.

Addy: Well maybe they’re closed doors. But they’re not locked or anything. You just have to knock really loudly on them.


Here’s to all of you out there knocking loudly on those doors! And then fiercely kicking them in when they still won’t open.

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Smoky Season Is the New Spooky Season

Things I’ve learned recently about living in a place that’s on fire:

  1. Don’t wear anything that you really like outside. You’ll have to immediately wash it 17 times due to the smell.
  2. Now you’re outside away from all people, and you’re thinking, “Hey now I can take off my mask!” Go ahead! But you’ll be swallowing ash.
  3. Maybe you don’t normally wear glasses, but now you do! Again, ash.
  4. All of the pictures you take will look spooky. (This isn’t necessarily bad.)
  5. You’ll have stripped off all of your smoky clothing and be walking around the house yelling, “the fire smell is still chasing me!” but don’t worry, it’s just your hair.
  6. Ash falling from the sky is sort of like snow falling from the sky in that it’s kind of beautiful, except for the feeling of doom you experience and the fact that it’s slowly killing you.
  7. Eating ice cream is a great way to put out the fire. Not the fire raging outside, of course. Just the one inside your soul.

“We don’t need a bonfire this season. The world is our bonfire.” – Addy

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Life of a Five-Year-Old

I bet when people asked my mother how I was doing when I was five years old, she responded with normal things like, “Oh, she just learned how to read!” or “She’s mastering tying her shoes!” or “She’s been practicing for her ballet recital!”

When really I think more people would have liked to hear about how I tried to give myself a temporary tattoo of a dinosaur and ended up passing out on the bathroom floor while holding the tattoo in place on my arm because I was so freaked out by the transfer process, or how I got stuck in my grandmother’s old pink toilet that same year and had to scream for help until she came into the bathroom cackling and pulled on my arms.

That’s the real stuff people want to know.