Tag: Family
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My Shamans
Bart. That was the name of my first Shaman. It was the early 2000’s. My family had decided to spend the Christmas holiday in the small seaside village of Puerto Morelos, Mexico. Sitting on the beach, terribly hungover from a night of Margaritas followed by cartwheels down the street, I struck up a conversation with…
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Brides, Bouquets and Baby Goats
“Does she love the artichoke?” my friend and neighbor Angeline asked in an adrenaline fueled kind of way. I looked at her blankly and she continued. “If she loves it, I will need floral wire, wire cutters and floral tape.” With two hours until “go time”, my answer was simple. “She hates the artichoke.” In an instant, said…
Gonzo Girl 