Month: October 2025
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I am not available for questions. I am not available for negotiations. I am busy. My hand is the canvas. My hand is the muse. My hand is the moment. I have outlined it in red, in green, in something called “midnight blueberry.” I am halfway through “electric tangerine” when dad appears with a spoon.…
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👟 It began with a stare. Three-year-old Jack stood in the hallway, watching Dan slide his feet into The Shoes. Not just any shoes. These were Dad’s shoes—chunky, weathered, noble. They squeaked slightly and smelled faintly of adventure and peanut butter from that one hike. Jack was mesmerized. “Can I wear those?” he asked, voice…
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It began innocently. The backyard sun shone like a spotlight on destiny. Birds chirped. A breeze rustled. And then—James saw it. The Stick. Not just any stick. This one was worthy. Majestic. Weathered from noble tree-fall. Thin enough for waving, thick enough for status. A stick forged by fate and squirrel drama. James froze mid-skip.…
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Welcome to my gallery. You may call it a hallway, a kitchen, a bathroom threshold—but I call it The Grand Speedway of Order. Every vehicle in this household, from Lightning McQueen to the rogue Duplo dump truck, has a destiny. And that destiny is to be lined up with precision, color harmony, and emotional intensity…
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I didn’t know what “Bad Decision Saturday” was until Mom whispered it like a spell in the car. She said it used to mean something about college and questionable choices, but now it means Milano cookies and chaos. I don’t know who Milano is, but his cookies slap. We entered the grocery store like warriors…
