Author deanna

this was one of those times I’m censoring at least half

The idea of hurting people goes against everything I believe in for any reason whatsoever. So I tend to really censor myself sometimes, not counting or divulging certain identifying details about a situation or my feelings about it. Now I… Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Today I am 35. As a testament to the stars without makeup bullshit I see all of the time, I have decided to reveal my own makeup-free face. A kind of permanent reminder if you will of my mid-life point…. Continue Reading →

Clued in and Glued in

I can say one thing—chick’s head’s screwed on a bit tighter these days. There was a long expanse of time ending really on Monday full of strife and pain, the fucking worst in despair. I could not talk during this… Continue Reading →

Rocktober Shakes Me Straight to the Core

This month is always interesting for me. It is the first month I feel like Fall is an inevitability given the weather’s somehow overnight switch to brisker winds and sun splashed landscapes. Denver in October is like a warm impressionist… Continue Reading →

Lyons, for a few

I’m up in Lyons, now, enjoying some time away from my real life to live my fake life…the one with dogs and a house and bike rides through the mountains and coyote moons and lovely things like that. It is… Continue Reading →

funny photo illustrating wiggling man trying to get your attention time

I woke up again at 6 am…this was a far cry from the night before, up from 4-6 am, trying just about everything to get my little head down after that. It was probably the beer, of course, but that’s… Continue Reading →

no, it feels greatttt…. ;)

I finished the blog. No more posts hidden on any other secret blogs that haven’t been uploaded. For the most part these are all of the public and semi-public posts going back 11 (yes ELEVEN) years to October 2000. The… Continue Reading →

it’s obvious in the way you write and move

Oh wow, what an idiot I am, right? A friend of mine pointed out that it is obvious I am trying to format my blog like my book in some ways, taking out the spontaneity and tone and editing the… Continue Reading →

181 days in Denver

I realized yesterday that I had been here 6 months, minus a week and a few days to return to New York for that mini-appreciation kick, you know, the state of mind you put yourself in to recognize the differences… Continue Reading →

purpose and existence and the solitary frame of mind

I had this conversation that really disturbed me recently and I have been thinking about it for probably two weeks now, trying to resolve what it all meant in my head, but it really really hit me today. It came… Continue Reading →

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