Year: 2020
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Under Construction.
My Dear Reader: It is time for a true holiday. I need: A bath; a massage; a deep, undisturbed sleep. (And maybe a few Frasier reruns.) And as my chest does rise and fall, I look forward to what’s to come. See you in The New Year, friends. I wish you all the very best.…
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Tired Branches.
Top of the morning to you, my Dear Reader, in whichever corner of this resilient earth you currently inhabit. I’m here in seasonably almost-frozen Pennsylvania, with this here hot mug of coffee in my sweet, wrinkled palm. Today’s To-Do List is ample, with tasks both mundane and specialized. But first, Mama Snap’s gotta take a…
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Twist-Off.
Snap sheds her skin, and it’s not even December yet. (Uhh, yeah. Not sure what that means either.) SnapDragon’s List of Things Both Big and Small That Happened in 2020 and Therefore Sparked a Need for Change in Her Life: 1. Pay it Forward. You probably know by now that my son was a NICU…
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Down.
Sometimes I feel so low I think I might sink into dust. The different wavelengths; the certitude; the poison on the brain. So I open a book, grab a pencil, feel the rings on my fingers. This is it. Wounds will fade. You have a story to tell. Make it beautiful, Snap. . . .…
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Well Thank Ya!
An Obligatory Thanksgiving Post, Yo. Five Things Snap’s Thankful For This Thanksgiving: 1. Wawa. In pure COVID fashion, we stayed in as a family on this holiday. Yours truly did, however, sneak out to our beloved convenience store, and ordered a turkey dinner with all of the trimmings. And cinnamon toast coldbrews. Umm, yes. 2.…
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The Bags.
I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge. Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that. Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because…
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The Dirt.
Sometimes I just want to dig my hands in a fragrant, saturated soil. I want to feel the granules in my skin rivets; the cold mud seeping stories of the earth. Blood flows; Air circulates; Eyelashes stand guard. Hello. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and nighttime worrier. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for…
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Over Optimistic.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been humming a little refrain, one by The Who: I’ve got a feeling ‘21 is going to be a good year. . . especially if you and me see it in together. We will get through this shit-stain of a year, Dear Reader. And like Red and Andy, I…
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Little Breaths.
Today is a Special Day for our family. A Day of Strength. A Day of Remembering. A Day of Knowing. ‘Cuz we can rock anything that comes our way, yo. . . . SnapDragon reflects on her routine 29-week prenatal appointment that occurred one year ago today; an appointment that resulted in her son’s arrival…
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