Writing Is Painful, But Rewarding

Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop. Red Smith (or, if you argue Ernest Hemingway or Paul Gallico, here’s some interesting reading) Point: Writing is dang hard! It hurts. Not physically, of course. I don’t feel like someone is literally hitting […]

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Give Me Babies, Please

So, I’ve been waiting for a baby for a while. Not as long as some. Some women wait 10 years or more. I have been married for almost seven years, six of which have been spent trying and waiting and hoping. And, I turn 35 this month. What?! I know. I get it. I’m still […]

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Typical Comte, Ep. 6: Elizabeth

I think this might be one of the most random words we’ve discovered among our jar of randomness yet. Who wrote it? Me? Chef Comte? We’re not even sure. But it makes for good conversation, creativity and randomness. The word in this episode is: Elizabeth It’s a name. And I’m not super familiar with an […]

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I Can Be and Do Anything

We tell kids they can be and do anything. They are the makers of their selves, their dreams, their futures. Do you remember hearing this when you were young? Teachers, parents, other adults tried to instill this concept in our minds. And I think we believed them. I did. But then… we grew up. Somewhere […]

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Infertility Feels

I’ll be honest, I don’t let my infertility feelings out very often. I tend to push them down or ignore them ’cause, really, I don’t want to feel them. I don’t want to feel the want, the hands aching, the heart aching, the jealousy, the “what about me,” the “look what I can’t have,” the […]

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Is It Christmas, Really?

Chef Comte is not here. I’m living with my parents. Our usual Christmas traditions are nonexistent. Is it Christmas, really? Last year, Chef Comte and I waited until last minute to buy gifts for each other, as usual. And as in years past, we took a ride to the mall the Saturday before Christmas, gave […]

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Who Am I to Write a Blog?

Really. I mean that title 98%. Who am I to write a blog? Who am I to try to be an author? Who am I to put my thoughts out there, in the cyberverse, print, social media, etc.? I struggle with these thoughts every… dang… day. Why am I sharing this? I don’t know. I […]

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