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“It

I received an envelope in the mail recently featuring the best misspelling of my name yet – Debraha. As in Deborahahahahaha (spoken in the Count’s voice from Sesame Street). Now check out the face staring back from my breakfast plate this weekend. Doesn’t look much like the Count, but he does look ready to let some evil cacklery abound- good thing I ate him. At least he died laughing. ♦

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“Butta”

You know that quote by Amy Poehler that’s been floating around a while now? Here’s my favorite portion of it: “I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.” I’m not a fan of faddish language when it’s used by pretty much anyone over the age of twenty-five- all those terms constantly peppered throughout Buzzfeed post titles. Feels like a desperate grasp at youth somehow, extra (see what I did there), though, I know, I know, it’s likely just a habit formed from lots of exposure.

The word “extra.” When used to denote negative, dramatical actions by others, it fits. Some though, try using it to level those that attempt anything of excellence, the doers being cut down by the do-nots. To do things (do things well, that is), requires extra- extra effort and ability. I’m of the school that’d quickly suggest that those that cry extra are, in fact, not enough. Not in their human worth, but in their all too human critical behavior. (Tell us how you really feel about it, Deborah.) Raising a fork full of cobbler, and dreaming of new things to support and do. ♦

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“Buttoned

Love this coat. Wore it when I was three years old. Donated it last yearish along with other items, but made sure to grab a pic first. The image unlocks memories that simply aren’t there without the visual cue- sitting in my little wood rocking chair, leaning up against the rough stone of the fireplace hearth near a tall poinsettia at Christmas. The soft fluff on my cheek when I tilted my head, and the smoothness of a glossy button in my fingers. I remember thinking the satiny lining was a secret just for me. The holidays are over, and I’m now nearly in the mood for Christmas! Let the new year ahead bring with it a little better timing. :) ♦

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“Hope

And I thought I was done wrapping… just a few more added to the pile a bit ago. For those of you that love bits of tiny, white, frozen MAGIC that sometimes fall from the sky in bulk, join me in hoping for some come Christmas! The fact that it’s even been forecast is really gift enough for me. <3 ♦

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