Author: katerburytales

Words. They fail me. That is a rather hyperbolic statement, particularly for a logophile such as myself. I am NEVER at a loss for words. Perhaps the problem is not that there are no words, but rather there is an utter preponderance of words. I am desperately trying to conceive of a way to condense… Continue reading Standing Under the Waterfall

There is always a moment, right before you do something big, that hangs in the silence. A moment of quiet, of contemplation, perhaps of dread, that comes right before a huge leap. Right now I am in the limbo before the leap. The insanity of the last few months - the packing and sorting and… Continue reading Standing on the Edge, Waiting to Leap

Want to peek into my life? This. This has been my life for weeks now. Hence, the lack of new, intriguing, entertaining posts. Boxes. Lots of boxes. And more boxes. There are boxes hiding behind the table. Under the table. Bins in the basement and in my bedroom. Boxes in my car. Oh and don't… Continue reading On the Ordeal of Packing

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