Someone Please Just Shoot Me
Therapist F is moving back to her home country. Right after her upcoming 2.5 week break for getting married/honeymooning.
That soggy bleating lump in the corner? That would be me.
Three Months Today
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He'll Have Fries With That
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Updates From Just Another Day
I am from Southern California and can turn on the accent upon request. I was raised Catholic but am disappointed by that church’s lapses of logic and compassion. I have not one but two degrees in Geography because I am fascinated by the mutability and interconnectedness of our world. I have a lovely husband, Seymour, and we have three children: Isobel, Leelo, and Mali.
When I first started stalking Seymour, I did so not only because of his good looks but also because I saw in him almost limitless spiritual patience. Once he gave in to my attentions, he told me where his spiritual grooming took place: going to UU Sunday school with his best friend [that would be Gouda]. Ever since, I always imagined us bringing our children to a UU.
And so it happened. We’ve been attending the UUFRC for six years, since Isobel was six weeks old.
When I look around the fellowship, I see a group of people who live their values. Who take care of others because it’s the human thing to do, not because they want recognition. Who point out wrongdoings and search for solutions without getting sidetracked by finger-pointing. Who remind us that Jesus Christ was the biggest hippie freak of them all, but that his wasn’t the only message of love and tolerance.
My family and I are at home here.
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Love My Friends
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The Courage to Shop
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