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Penelope's Grey Space: March 2015
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Sunday, March 29, 2015. Is Feeling Worthy the Final Challenge? I won’t sugar coat it. Rebuilding oneself after the breakdown of a long term relationship is no small feat. Getting through the initial breakup, divvy-up, and start up of a new life is just the first part. Then comes the reinvention of a new identity without someone else there to help define it. For years you’re a “we” and then overnight you become a “me”. That tip saved me from the “Are you waiting for someone? I spent a lot of time apologiz...
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Penelope's Grey Space: June 2015
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015. I was never engaged before now, with a proposal and a ring. I never picked out flowers, a dress or got my hair done for ceremony…or even had a ceremony. Loved ones never toasted my union or wished us many years of happiness. I never stood in front of my most cherished friends, looked someone in the eye and vowed to love, honor and cherish them. When I say wife now, it really means wife. It’s a legally and socially recognized term. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). R E Bradshaw, author.
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Penelope's Grey Space: July 2014
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Wednesday, July 30, 2014. Brazen Marketing: Caught and Kept. I am an indie author. That sounds so renegade and free spirited but in reality it means one. I don’t have staff. On second thought, I do beg Syd Parker to clean up my book covers with her mad graphic skills and I plead with friends who have more grammar skills than me to cull through my manuscripts. So I might have, at least, volunteers. However, the task of marketing a book is down to me. I should be fired. What would the world be without them?
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Penelope's Grey Space: March 2014
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Saturday, March 22, 2014. London Adventures Part One:. First Loves Never Die. Twenty eight days away from everything familiar and normal in one of the most fabulous cities in the world. Twenty eight days to wake up and ask, “What sounds good today? 8221; or “Where do I feel like going today? Close your eyes and imagine that for just a moment. As an American, that concept is nearly impossible to contemplate. We aren’t a nation of holiday seekers. I had lived a life of being on call. So on February 18.
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Penelope's Grey Space: Never Again
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015. I was never engaged before now, with a proposal and a ring. I never picked out flowers, a dress or got my hair done for ceremony…or even had a ceremony. Loved ones never toasted my union or wished us many years of happiness. I never stood in front of my most cherished friends, looked someone in the eye and vowed to love, honor and cherish them. When I say wife now, it really means wife. It’s a legally and socially recognized term. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Penelope's Grey Space: October 2014
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014. Life Is Different Now. Nearly a month since I last blogged! Phew…well, my excuse is that it is autumn. Autumn is the last nice-weather season before the long, dark, wet days of winter set in here in the great Pacific Northwest. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the tradition of winter around here. Pedicures become all about moisturizing and less about fun-colored toes. (What can I say? I’m a femme kind of lesbian…) But autumn is the last great season to. It’s innate in. They’re...
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Penelope's Grey Space: December 2013
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Sunday, December 1, 2013. Tonight I received one of those phone calls no one ever wants to get – news that a friend has passed suddenly and without warning. My heart is heavy for her family, for her coworkers, friends and for myself. We just spoke last Sunday and my last memory will be of her laugh, her smile and her radiance for life. She was planning on retiring on December 31. And was excited for what life had in store for her. Leave no words unspoken. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). R E Bradshaw, author.
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Penelope's Grey Space: Letting Go of Myths
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Thursday, February 26, 2015. Letting Go of Myths. For some it’s as easy as.well.letting go. It’s a concise decision followed by concise action. Not to say there are not ramifications or consequences—but what’s done is done for some. For others, like me, letting go is a process. I’m a “last woman standing” kind of girl. I am forever, trying to fix or salvage or amend a situation. The phrase “pried from my cold dead hands” is probably pretty appropriate for me. One I hope to learn from. Sometimes things br...
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Penelope's Grey Space: Is Feeling Worthy the Final Challenge?
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Sunday, March 29, 2015. Is Feeling Worthy the Final Challenge? I won’t sugar coat it. Rebuilding oneself after the breakdown of a long term relationship is no small feat. Getting through the initial breakup, divvy-up, and start up of a new life is just the first part. Then comes the reinvention of a new identity without someone else there to help define it. For years you’re a “we” and then overnight you become a “me”. That tip saved me from the “Are you waiting for someone? I spent a lot of time apologiz...
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Penelope's Grey Space: June 2014
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014. London Adventures Part Three: Re-Emergence (Originally written in March). The number one question I get asked is, “What is it like to be away for a month? And by ‘away’, I assume people mean not engaged with my regular day to day life— a connotation of being exotic or mysterious. The truth is, if I hadn’t gotten on that plane the day I left, the likelihood of me being here today is minimal. But I was completely spent and depleted emotionally, mentally and physically. I did nothing...
