I’ve noticed some signs popping up around my workplace. (Not signs from above, but, like literally, signs.) And though I make no secret that I’m frequently disenchanted with work these days, I don’t know whether I could ever leave either, because my workplace is quite the magnet for these types of distractions that make me smirk on a regular basis. Continue reading
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Monica the Medium, can I have a reading?!
It’s amazing – the thoughts I’ll entertain in my darkest moments – the desperation that can emerge from the depths of my sorrow… Mark gets weirded out and thinks I’m cray-cray, but I don’t think my thoughts are totally unique – I’ve heard others who’ve lost someone near and dear express similar thoughts, regardless of their actual spiritual beliefs. Continue reading
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