Camo, otherwise known as deep clean



My pores are screaming from all the makeup. Time for some deep cleaning thanks to Turkish mud!

Decided I could blend in pretty well with the spring fauna.

Then decided to share.  You’re welcome:)

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Posted by on 02/05/2016 in living



Today is my brothers birthday. A day I can never forget.
I remember taking him to school for show and tell as a new born. He was my doll, my precious baby doll. I loved him so much. I was so happy to be his oldest sister. He was my dance partner as I, literally, flung him around.
I read to him. He was the only one I let in my private closet bedroom, the only time I ever had my own “room”.
I’ll never forget the day my mother called me at three in the morning.
Screaming that I had finally got what I had always wanted. Screaming at me that I was evil. Screaming at me that she wished it was me.
For five minutes I listened to her screaming and ranting, having no idea what she was so upset about.
When I finally got a chance for her to hear me, I asked what was wrong.

That is how I found out my brother had died. On his birthday.

I cherished him when we were little, but once I was married, when he was 8, I didn’t see him again. I had very little contact with my family after I married and moved away.
I still don’t.
We spoke a couple times, but that was it. I didn’t know how to stay in touch with some but not the others. So I stayed away from all.

I truly hardly knew who he had become as a new adult, with his own daughter. The Little Man I remember is still 8. I miss him with feelings that escape words. The dance parties, the silliness. The beautiful little boy.

I also mourn the Daniel I saw in a casket in Anchorage, Alaska, 14 years ago. The young man. The troubled and desperate young man that had his life ended so fast, so violently.

The last time I spoke to him was two weeks earlier. He begged me to let him stay with me, to help him like I had helped our sister.

For many reasons, that were appropriate at the time, I said I couldn’t. That tears at me all the time. All the unanswered what if’s. All the reasons. I know it was the right choice at the time, but that doesn’t really change the what if’s.

His spirit walks with me, and he is ageless. Not young, not old. He helps me let go of the pain. I’m grateful to be able to recognize when he is around.

It’s been a tough day. It doesn’t get easier.

I don’t really know what happens after we die, but I know that some how he lets me know he’s ok. Somehow he tries to help me heal.

It never feels less fresh. But I know HE doesn’t hold my answer against me, I do.

Daniel, thank you. I love you. I miss you.



Posted by on 25/04/2016 in living



I didn’t completely screw up


I think.

For the first time, I felt ok at the end of the edition!


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Posted by on 21/04/2016 in living



I’ve written, yet not put up, about fifteen posts in the last two months.

Life can still feel so raw.

But, life is good. People are good. Weather is good.

Albania is pretty cool. I love my students.
I might not suck at being on tv.

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Posted by on 16/04/2016 in living


Day two, I mean three

Well…. My nerves are a little better.  I’m still tripping over words and today I tried to say it was yesterday.

“It’s Thursday April 7, no, it’s Friday April 8”

Duffus rookie…..

But, today was a good day overall. I got a bunch of lesson planning accomplished. (There’s still more to do, but we’re not talking about that)
Got my laundry in before it started raining.
Sat in the sun for a bit this morning.
So here’s a few photos of my last three days.

Trying to show how much makeup is on my face.


Day two: there’s so much hairspray in my hair I could barely move my head!



My awesome translator, Kela.


Third wipey and still looks like the first.


Day three, I have eyebrows!!


Riding the bus home like a BOSS


Then it all comes off and I’m just me again.
If you really want to watch my scared nervous first days just look up English edition ORA news….. Be kind.

Love and light to you all.

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Posted by on 08/04/2016 in living



I just finished my first live delivery of a gallon of sweat.
I mean, the news.

Woosh. Talk about nerves. But….
I did ok:)

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Posted by on 06/04/2016 in living


The product of rain




I may not like being cold and wet, the way spring likes to keep me, but I sure love the flowers the rain brings.

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Posted by on 31/03/2016 in living

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