First ever. Yes, for serious. It's from a photograph I took of our wedding site. I gave it to my husband's parents to thank them for all they've done for us.
The artist, biting her lip.
... and spending a little quality time with her cat.
I was born and raised in central California to a mentally ill mother struggling to raise me on her own. At twelve I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, though it's taken the intervening decade to learn to manage it such that it becomes an impairment, not a disability. I've learned that to be able to get past my disability, I must center my life around it. These are paradoxes most are privileged enough never to consider.
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My heart lives on the west coast, from Kaweah Lake to State College Boulevard, stretching from La Jolla to the Columbia Gorge. But I've made my home now in southwestern Pennsylvania. I've never quite fit in where I am and yet wherever I go, I manage to make a few friends who seem to love the hell out of me. I can only hope I will be so blessed in later life.
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