witandwisdom
Smart, snappy insights from someone who’s seen a thing or two—and lived to write it.
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Live at Five: Paper Clips Are Vanishing (and Apparently, So Am I)
Good evening, folks. I’m your host—reporting live to WordPress—bringing you the uninteresting news quietly shaping all of our lives. Tonight’s top story: paper clips. Yes, you heard me right. Those tiny silver heroes of organization are disappearing… one supply closet… Continue reading
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“If I Had To Change My Name”
Sometimes the name they can’t pronounce is the one you were born to carry in reverse. If I had to change my name, and I mean HAD to I would smile with practiced grace, Pour tea into porcelain, and give… Continue reading
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“Eat or Eat Not—There Is No Try”
Ébène Milk chocolate? Not in this dream. No need for two ounces of drama either. This is a chocolate bite with the presence of a diva—but the size of self-control.Individually wrapped in golden silk foil, because something this good deserves… Continue reading
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“Because some skills don’t get listed on a résumé”
What I’m Good At I’m good at forgetting people’s names.Not sure if that’s good or bad,but it’s something I’m good at—and honestly, you might just get a new name.Because who doesn’t enjoy a new name…and a good laugh? I’m… Continue reading
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The Way Station
“The Way Station” Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze. “This is the… Continue reading
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Serenity & Co.
“Not all brands come with labels. Serenity & Co. is always in season.” My favorite brand isn’t restricted by climate or time of day. When you slip it on, it’s instantly your favorite — because it’s woven with perfection. It’s… Continue reading
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“The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”
There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading
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The Road That Flirted First
We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading
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Before My Feet Hit the Floor
Today began like a soft morning hymn—no rush, no alarm. Just me, stepping into the light of a second chance. That’s the first thing that brings me happiness every single day: the chance to try again. Maybe I missed a… Continue reading
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