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About Debbe

Living and loving in the beautiful Northwest. Mother of 3, grandmother of 5. I love spending time with my family. And they are my greatest joy. I have heard mention of the joy of the Spirit. I am certain that is what I am experiencing when with the grandbabies. I share my life and home with a man I have known since the 6th grade. He still has the same smile. :-) I also share my home with a PuebIan milksnake; Zen'kiki, 3 leopard geckos, Lizzie, Pipsqueek, and Juniper. I have 2 crested geckos; Willow and Todd. A giant african plated lizard, Tank. Two bearded dragons; Tiamat and Charlie. A cat; Poppy. An taiwanese mountain dog; Aja. Two bettas; unnamed, a 65 gallon tank filled with cichlids. And last but not least, we have a giant house spider in a tank as a centerpiece on our table. (g Google T. domestica.) I love to bead, and shop for vintage jewelry. I collect antique buttons, and miniature porcelain cats. I also am very fond of cloisonné miniatures. I have an Etsy store called Pooka's Treasure Chest. I love gargoyles, and open windows, church steeples, and prose that make me remember. I am an avid reader. I like Virginia Woolf, and Nathaniel Hawthorne to mention a few authors. I like to be barefoot when I am outside. I love the feeling of my feet on the ground and the wind in my face. I am a redhead. And I have long hair. My joke is I will cut it when Jesus returns, or when I get married. (I do keep it trimmed). I recently colored it. Score 1 for my mid-life crisis. Turning 54 did its work. I love the smell of rain on the hot pavement. I love the sound of the waves hitting the shoreline. I love the sound of a childs laughter. I love to listen to the chorus frogs at night. I practice yoga daily. The last two years has felt as if I have had to put up with a huge amount of shit in order to take care of the important things in this life. My son's health. Attorneys wronged us. All of which is working on our behalf it would appear as of late. But good grief. REALLY! It should not have taken this much when it is so obvious.. Then the death of many loved ones, and my loved ones who are dying as I type this.. Some of it has been extremely disheartening, however, it definitely shows personal growth and a lovely amount of patience and fortitude on my behalf. I thought for the longest time, I was overreacting. Then I realized I was reacting in a perfectly normal way to an increasingly abnormal amount of grief and, well; shit. I bet I look like I am drowning when my self preservation kicks in. As for the death and dying of my loved ones. Grief is a process. I have experienced so many deaths recently, the whole stages of grief idea seems to be cluster mess. I am riding a wave emotionally. I am doing good if I stay between about a 3-7. Anything more or less and I am crying. All good. It is me right now.

the semicolon project

Such a beautiful portrayal of courage, and honesty.


FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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