The View from a Drawbridge

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

Making Room

The View from a Drawbridge

So, nope, I still haven’t found romance in the Pacific Northwest. How I feel about that depends a great deal on which day you ask me. Most of the time, to be honest, I’m too busy to worry about it. My world seems to revolve around my upcoming anthology. But yeah, sometimes I’m painfully lonely. …

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I was talking to a 30 year old woman who does not want to have kids, and she was venting about the societal pressures that are placed upon her. Boy, could I relate. She said she got very sick of hearing… and we said it simultaneously… “You’ll change your mind.” Now that I’m 50, people …

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Here’s a story that Disney is never going to animate. A young girl decides that not only does she not want some man to come to the rescue, but also she doesn’t necessarily want a man at all. Or children, for that matter. And she’s quite content with the fact that she’s not skinny and …

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I love to people watch, and operating a drawbridge as I do, I get plenty of opportunity. Half the time people don’t even realize I exist. They must assume that the bridges open themselves. I particularly enjoy unique individuals, and as I observe them I make up stories in my head about what their lives …

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Lately I’ve seen a lot of stories about people who try to force their beliefs on others by attempting to punish them in some way. People leaving nasty notes instead of tips, saying they can’t tip someone because they don’t approve of their lifestyle, or leaving them a religious tract instead of a tip. Yeah, …

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