I would spend hours. Hours. Talking, analyzing, playing therapist. Now I cringe if someone proposes even a brief phone call. It's not because I'm a parent. It's because I'm me.
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- Allison Landa
- Berkeley, California, United States
- I'm a Berkeleyite who wrote a book. It's called BEARDED LADY. I'd be stoked if you read it.
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- The Cure, "Just Like Heaven"
- Not just a Nirvana song
- Just written
- Workin' from home
- Marcus op-ed
- Last night
- This song, over and over
- Adanna Literary Journal, "Mothering in a Pandemic"...
- "Loved it when I was 6"
- South Lake Tahoe
- Joni Mitchell, "The Last Time I Saw Richard"
- Sunday morning
- Love
- Was this only two years ago?
- I used to be a phone person
- As seen on FB
- At Yosemite last month
- Dead Man's Party
- Some annoying, condescending internet lines
- Grateful Dead, "Touch of Grey"
- Gil Fronsdal on letting go
- Tears
- Simon and Garfunkel, "The Sound of Silence"
- This trip has changed me
- Pike Place Market
- Part of a blogging lesson on sensory images
- Now we're in Seattle
- Hello from Portland
- Louie's of Ashland
- 2015
- 2009
- Of course you heard the news
- Santa Sabina Center, October 2011
- How did we get to fall?
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