The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Live Your Dash

The View from a Drawbridge

I was completely befuddled when I heard that expression for the first time the other day. But once it was explained to me, it immediately became part of my personal philosophical handbook. We should all live our dashes. Imagine your tombstone. It will include the date you were born, a dash, and the date you …

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In some cultures, humility is prized over self-esteem. I get that. In crowded or isolated places, getting along with others is more of a survival skill than feeling good about yourself will ever be. But it breaks my heart to see how many people walk this earth without knowing just how special they are. Yeah. …

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The other morning, I went into the kitchen to fix some breakfast for me and my dog, and the entire room was full of rainbows. It didn’t last long, and no, I wasn’t hallucinating. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Diamond-like drops of water were hanging down from …

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When I was a little girl, I remember running home from school every day, excited to tell my mother what I had learned. She would always make a point of telling me that it was something she already knew. Of course it was. Still, I could never hide my disappointment. I wanted, just once, to …

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