The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots

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  • My life, in other people’s pictures

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    I went to a LOVELY wedding on Saturday, though calling a wedding “lovely” is kind of like calling a baby “cute.” I mean, duh. During the ceremony, the preacher flubbed up his wording a bit. He was saying the words, and Dorothy was repeating them after him. Preacher: And before God and these witnesses… Dorothy:…

  • Sorry, but I am quite happy

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    Before I jet off on another day of fun and adventure, I should say that I am quite sorry if any of you have assumed that I am getting depressed again, due to my two very sad posts of late. I am not. Sometimes I just like to post sad things. I guess I’m Emo…

  • Never Mind

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    Sometimes God says to me, “do this.” And then he says, “never mind. Do that.” I’m not really sure why. But I am not, I repeat, NOT, going to Faith Builders this winter. (you know, Faith Builders, that little Mennonite college in Pennsylvania that I was going to go to, like, tomorrow….) And yes I…

  • Disclaimer: This post is kind of sad.

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    Sometimes I feel like a butterfly, flitting through life spreading joy and color. I don’t have a lot of trouble making friends. As I get older and meet more and more people, fun and easy conversation comes more naturally to me. But, like a butterfly, I always flutter on. I had circles of friends in…

  • Christmas gifts for the impossible-to-buy-for

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    Mom gave Dad three gifts in cute little baskets. The first was a note that said: Dear Paul- As a gift to you I did not spend any of your hard-earned money on a shirt at JC Penney or a sweater at Old Navy or a wallet at Sears. Love, Dorcas Second note: Dear Paul…

  • The Anonymous Poet of Harrisburg

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    There is a big community bulletin board outside the post office in Harrisburg, pockmarked from years of event posters being stapled on and subsequently torn off again. That’s where I was standing on Thursday, having finished my errand, waiting for Mom to finish hers and pick me up. As I stood there reading the advertisements,…

  • Fashion Experiment

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    For better or for worse, I love fashion. Also, I don’t like spending money. Have you ever noticed that there are no fashion blogs where the writers don’t spend money? Well, maybe there are. If so I haven’t seen them. So I started my own, idontbuyclothes.wordpress.com. I’m planning to post pictures of my outfits for…

  • 70’s obsession

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    All of the sudden I’m mildly obsessed with the 70’s. Why? I’m not sure. The 70’s were ugly ugly ugly with browns and tans and burgundy and mustard yellow. Yeach. Ghastly colors. But: I love the whole afro-disco-glitter-platform sandal vibe. Also, my Mom’s high school yearbook. Robin, the cool girl Bruce, the heartthrob my mother…

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    Emma and I backstage, wearing Kim’s funky Christmas antlers. Kim took the picture. Thanks Kim! Emma didn’t cover her face. I suppose she doesn’t care if Kim’s camera steals her soul, she just doesn’t want my camera to. Humph. I mean, Bah. Humbug. See my scarf in the picture? That was one of the ones…

  • Emily has a Cold in the Head

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    Taylor is apparently either very excited or very scared at the prospect of getting his picture taken. Or maybe I caught him at the precise moment when his music was too loud, seeing as how he has removed an ear bud. We will probably never know. Alex is drinking something. Fascinating. On the other side…