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Fool M'Dammas

9/29/2015

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Fool M'Dammas once, shame on you.
Fool M'Dammas twice, shame on M'Dammas.
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This Is Me On Periscope (Oops)

9/28/2015

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I'm all, "Oh cute look at those little hearts!" Then I'm all, "Oh shit, this person I don't know thinks I'm madly in love with their video about weight loss!"

Oh well.

(Vlogging from bed. Monday night. More indulgent than Rachel Bilson in that Magnum commercial. That's Magnum the ice cream, not the condom, though basically they could be the same commercial. "I'd run over cars to get to your big sweet cream-filled thing." Did I mention I'm coming down with a cold? If I'm this punchy a couple hours in this cold should be a doozie of Ned Ryerson proportions.)
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Ramona Quimby, Age 0

9/24/2015

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I always looked at this cover thinking Ramona was coming out of the birth canal. I must have just learned about birth canals.

What is Ramona Quimby, Age 8 but a tale of a girl coming into her own, emerging a fresh, wet, and shaking being from the birth canal of her parents' protection and trying to stand on her own? (Even if that meant wearing pajamas under her clothes to school like a fireman and sweating like a beast all day. Oh wait -- that was Ramona and Her Mother.)

And if I interpret the cover as a birth canal scene then it is, at least for one person, true. And that's art. (Albeit quite loosely.)

Now don't get me started about Beezus.
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Happy anniversary happy anniversary happy anniversary HAAAAppy anniversary! "Real medicine is what our friendship is about."

9/19/2015

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September 18, 2011. The day the earth stood still. The day I married Brent, this awesome guy with a smile that hasn't tarnished a day since he was a kid, a smile I fell in love with the moment I saw it, even though he had swathes of hair covering his eyes, which I was determined to get a better look at. The day he wrote WAY better vows than I did. It was also the day I realized Gwen Stefani's voice sounds just like a vagina. But more importantly, it was the day we wedded each other like whoa.
Our beautiful friend and officiant, Emily, put it so well in the speech she wrote for our ceremony:
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Wow. So. Damn. Stinkin'. Lucky.
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Carmel Magic = #icanteven + Taking the Brené Browns to the Super Bowl

9/16/2015

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I have never felt so heard, seen, and gotten. I was warned turning 40 might be hard. But I was so distracted by magic and awesomeness on Book Mama Linda Sivertsen's Carmel writing retreat last week that the hardness (if there was any) was akin to a diamond.
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Pictured from left are my beautiful, glorious, magical soul sisters Linda Sivertsen (and Merry), Kristin Hodnett Swarcheck, Cindy Allen, yours forever your girl truly, Sara Alvarado, Nic Strack, and Casey Erin Wood, at Monterey Beach in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. Thanks for the photo, Nic!
Picture"What do you hope is true?" Casey gave me this particular Danielle LaPorte Truthbomb. I realized it IS true. I also realized just now posting a photo of myself hair unwashed, un-showered, is something I never would have done in my perfectionist days. I am my mother's daughter. Though one thing my mother said before she died was "I wish I hadn't spent so much time worrying about how I look."
I read my work and they flipped. Nothing better than that.

I keep thinking of Nic yelling, "JENN!!" through tears, while I read. This is a gift I will cherish forever. 

And their work? AMAZING. I can't wait to read every single one of these women's books. That is the understatement of the century.

I thought I was going to Carmel to work on my book and heal the last of what needed to be healed around losing my Mom. But what I realized riding along the Pacific in Cindy's car with the windows down is that the part about my Mom was already healed. This trip was about me and stepping into my light by sharing my stories and writing and being really heard. I woke up to something I suspected was there but was too afraid to look it in the face. I was ready to accept mediocrity (sort of -- let's be honest, sort of) if I needed to.  But thank GODDESS I didn't have to. 

I didn't think anyone would really be interested in my stuff (and not everyone has to be and that is OK, too). I thought because I had a good life I had my pie-piece and that was that. I'd gotten slammed for dreaming before. Why dream more? And then a tribe of dazzling women and I fell together, seemingly, because I invested in myself, and they in themselves, and suddenly -- BOOM! Dreams alive. Dreams getting fueled. 

Once in awhile I have these moments where I feel like Marty McFly as his transparent body becomes solid again and he starts to reappear in that photo as his parents begin to realize they are, in fact, going to have sex with each other. And this was one of those moments (But the only sex was figurative, as I gently inserted my words into their aural cavities and they liked it, and then they reciprocated with their words. And so forth. Listen, that's really not a weird analogy considering "intercourse" is defined as "communication between individuals." 

The whole week was full of those moments. I feel solid again. 

Lest you think I shine on wax on rave on brag too much, but speaking of feeling solid, I'll have you know we also all pooped (at least I think so). We did so much processing (and eating cheesy carbs) and talking about feelings that it reminded me of when my Mom was first sick and started going to therapy. She got healthier in the head as her body got sick. Anyway, after an intense therapy session she dreamt she pooped a TON, and felt she was getting rid of a whole bunch of psychic shit. 

So when I majorly pooped on the retreat after we all processed (and talked a lot about "Rising Strong," Brené Brown's new book), I joked that I was taking the Brené Browns to the Super Bowl. Luckily, so as not to stink-out my roommate, Cindy, I always carry matches in my going away kit. Fire does wonder for literal and psychic excrement, turns out.

I'll still be unpacking this experience (the retreat, not the poo-poo) for who knows how long. And when I get home (we're traveling back from Boise today) I can't wait to dig into my book. I have a huge list of ideas but feel focused enough to get going on each one: polishing, excavating.

It's time to watch what happens when I stop being Polish and start getting REALLY Polish.

^I just wanted to see how that would look on the page. Not as good as in my head, it turns out. #pierogiesforever

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#PurrogiesForever: Agnieszka Mrozińska as Rumpleteazer (left) and Bartosz Figurski as Mungojerrie in the Polish production of Cats, 2007. (From Wikipedia).
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Carmel-By-The-Sea Bound!

9/6/2015

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Yay! 40th birthday week starts now, beginning with a much-anticipated writing retreat in Carmel-By-The-Sea (with Book Mama Linda Sivertsen) with like-hearted ladies, several of whom I've had the absolute pleasure of getting to know over the past months. (Requisite one-foot carry-on iced coffee photo).
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