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Breaking my own promises…

I’ve been saving up for months for a new computer, and after saving, setting aside paycheck after paycheck, with the promise hanging over my head to start writing every day once the computer arrived– Well she’s here! Sleek and slim, with brushed steel and sweet beautiful backlit keys, with all parts fully functional. Delicious! And …

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Slow Streak

For the past week, I’ve been running a slow streak at work. It seems that each day I work (M,W,F, mostly) there is a distinct shortage of customers in the shop. I’m as chipper and helpful a mouse as ever. I’ve written “Welcome!” in approximately 15 different languages on one side of the chalkboard sign …

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Inconsistencies Abound

Mesdames et Messieurs, Life is such a slippery thing. Ce n’est pas comme un insecte, pas comme un papillon– cannot be pinned down and examined. Fingers cannot grasp it, words cannot define it, its meaning can’t be determined. What the hell is it for? Quelle est la raison? What on earth am I doing here? Why …

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Be Kind to Shop Girls

I have been working in a children’s boutique for 50 days today. Outside the shop’s windows, the sun is hiding behind a few grey clouds, but the ambient light that fights through is bright nonetheless. A limousine is coasting to a stop at the intersection a hundred yards away. People have been walking by all …

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Un conversation avec l’insomniaque

Alors, mesdames et messieurs, let’s have a chat about what’s on my mind, shall we? Je pense que oui. At the moment, I’m knee-deep in a book titled Rat Girl, a memoir by Kristen Hersh (of Throwing Muses fame). The book is great so far, the writing is vivid and restless, just like I like ’em, …

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“I have spent my days st…

“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.” ~Rabindranath Tagore

As a vocalist, I don’t even have an instrument to use as an excuse. My song simply remains unsung.

Unwritten. 

The best I can do is listen, but there is no one to whom I can listen; those around me are mostly silent.

So… I suppose it will suffice to tunelessly hum.

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D’être fatiguee n’est pas excuse.

I’m quite sure you –being the invisible net-dwelling folks comprising the ambiguous collective “you”– will have noticed the sudden lack of… everything, on this blog. Alors: tonsilitis paired with a marked lack of drive.  Add a new-job-busy chaser, and there it is– the story of the absent Mouse. In a nutshell. As journalist Sydney J. …

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Knitting my Cares Away

Ladies and gentlemen, this Mouse is proud to report that progress on the sweater for charity and self-healing is moving faster than anticipated. My original timeline was a smidgen generous, as I attempted to allow myself room for the task of unpacking and organizing after a recent move. So in the end, I’m perhaps more …

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The best solution to feeling wronged

This morning, I read a message that left me feeling quite upset, as well as misjudged. I let my feelings roll me in a blanket of self-depreciation and had a long cry, mentally and verbally beating myself up along the way. As the day dragged me along, a vague emptiness settled in near my sternum …

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Bienvenue au cirque de ma vie…

Bring in the jugglers, fire-eaters, trapeze artists, contortionists, and clowns. La Cirque de ma Vie est arrivée! Bisous, Mouse

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