Lived Loved Lost Found

I consider it my highest honor when people trust me with their stories. What is YOUR why?  My ears are eager, my heart is open.  I await your words. 

 

I accept accolades, journalist gigs, freelance job offers, friend requests, travel compensations, compliments and brunch invitations here. 

 

If we happen to be in the same corner of the earth at the same time and you would like to meet up to swap stories or rants over tea or a pint, hit me up!  I'll have my people contact your people. 

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In the interests of doing my part to spread only love, if you feel the need to share criticisms or critiques of myself or my work, I encourage you to take a deep belly breath (preferably of mountain air, because can we all just agree that maintain air is the best air?), recount three things for which you are grateful and then go cuddle a puppy.  If, after taking these steps, you still wish to proceed with your criticisms, please do so here. 

 

*Full Disclosure - All the links contained herein are routed to the same place except the aforementioned which lands directly in my junk folder.  I may be originally Canandian, the land where Sorrys flow like milk and honey, like beer and hockey, but I've moved on to greener pastures, matured like a fine wine, and I no longer have time to hear your whine.  Sorry. 

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I welcome all the livers and lovers. Wait, that sounds weird. Sorry. 

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