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writer. singer songwriter.

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Mondays: Savasana

Mondays: Savasana

My friend, Lori, is becoming a yogi. She lives on a lake, has two growing kids, and her mailbox is painted lavender. She’s teaching her...

Mondays: Let go. Begin again.

Mondays: Let go. Begin again.

I missed the Super Flower Blood Moon last night, because I was sitting on my couch alternating between starting this post, writing an...

School. (What do you want?)

School. (What do you want?)

#20 The attention seeker.

#20 The attention seeker.

#15 junk in the trunk / delightful accidents

#15 junk in the trunk / delightful accidents

#14 In which Little P begins recording Album 2.

#14 In which Little P begins recording Album 2.

#13: P's Profession(al) Stuff

#13: P's Profession(al) Stuff

#12: a sort of savior

#12: a sort of savior

#10 Nonplussed: Irony, the winking bastard

#10 Nonplussed: Irony, the winking bastard

#9: Done.

#9: Done.

#8 Entrepre-what? (Business Meeting 1)

#8 Entrepre-what? (Business Meeting 1)

#6 Oh Shit

#6 Oh Shit

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