In Loving Memory of Barbara Stange
My maternal grandmother, Barbara Stange, passed away recently.
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Woke up to a wonderful email from someone correcting me of an error. Instead of
two lines, I get 500+
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There is something always so magical about the first few conversations you have
with someone new. Hoping these conversations last
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Life as an introvert is toughest when you feel the urge to connect with someone,
but struggle to reach out
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My daughter, the gambler. Last night at White Spot:
Her: I bet you 5 cents that the bill will be
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Hitting up the Penticton farmers market for a change of pace and an attempt to
get away from the craziness
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Everything in life right now is such a battle for me and it’s exhausting. I wish
I could make
Late night thoughts
Now that the whisky is sinking into me, a few meandering thoughts.
* it’s annoying when my ex interjects into
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Another quick late night thought (after drinks): what would late night Twitter be like without autocorrect? Would we understand each
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My daughter, the gambler. Last night at White Spot:
Her: I bet you 5 cents that the bill will be