Category Archives: Inner Itches

Driving across the Freemont Bridge

The picture you see above was taken as my sister and I drove across the Freemont Bridge in Portland (the morning we got up ridiculously early to go to the REI Garage Sale).  When I was in high school, we … Continue reading

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Changing my mind

Right at the moment I’m a little bit tapped out when it comes to writing. I’ve been posting like crazy over on Slashfood and Green Daily this week and working on my thesis to boot (however, the light at the … Continue reading

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Musings on not reading

It’s been over a month now since I’ve read a book for pleasure.  That may be the longest I’ve gone since I learned to read when I was five years old.  I have an apartment full of books, but I … Continue reading

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NaBloPoMo or I am slightly nutty

It might have been a little insane on my part, but I signed up to participate in National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo).  This means that I’m committing to myself and the rest of the world that I’ll be posting something … Continue reading

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Precarious train tracks and butter pecan ice cream

I went to bed last night with one of those headaches that prevents you from doing anything other than lay quietly in a darkened room and pray for unconsciousness.  It started coming on towards the end of my class and … Continue reading

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Does perceived stagnation precede change?

I was reading an email newsletter I get daily that is designed to encourage and inspire members of the new age set, when this sentence jumped out at me. Stagnation is often a sign that great changes are on the … Continue reading

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I am not a quick-change artist

When I was a kid, I was really terrible at handling change. I couldn’t stand it when activities and events would alter from the path that I had been ready for. Unexpected moments would send me into teary conniptions. My … Continue reading

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Mountains of crap

I’m in Portland, OR right now, on the week off between the end of the spring semester and the start of my summer class.  However, it isn’t really a vacation.  I’m here to go through the stuff that’s mine in … Continue reading

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White Bread Shame

I volunteered to make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the kids at an after-church lunch on Sunday*. I went to Trader Joe’s this afternoon to buy the makings and ended up buying some white bread for those kids … Continue reading

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Choosing home

When I moved to Philadelphia back in January of 2002, I thought of the move as a temporary. I figured that I would spend three or four or possibly even five years here before heading back out west. I had … Continue reading

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