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    It's been about two weeks since the great 'wetsuit' audition of 2011. You see, I have a wetsuit that I love simply because it's mine... More

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    “I have known him, and loved him, for the blink of an eye and a thousand years.”
    I read this line two nights ago... More

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    I've just finished reading Junot Diaz’ new book “This is how you lose her” and I am in love. No, not with Junot ... More

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    I used to write a lot about forgiveness. I think I wrote about it because I kept having arguments with friends about what it means to forgive... More

“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.” ― Marcus Tullius Cicero

Wetsuit and Other Essays: The Launch!

And now…for the cover:

I can not thank Pamela Sinclair of ItGirlDesigns enough for her amazing ability to take a few sentences and turn them into a work of art. She was so wonderful to work with that I have started to believe it was simply destiny stepping in to help me find her. I went through a tremendous amount of RFPs and on the very last day, when I had decided that there would be no book because I couldn’t find an artist who could understood what I was trying to accomplish, along came Pamela. Destiny. Whatever the reason, I love this woman’s work so please, go check her out!

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Can’t Write Mondays…

I’m almost afraid to give my current bout of writer’s block a name. Then again, perhaps if I name it I can then address it when it’s acting out. Like, Hey, Belle, why aren’t you finding the right words to say anything lately?

Or, Belle, remember when it seemed like you had a lot to say and were inspired just by getting up in the morning? What happened?

Honestly, I have no idea what happened. It isn’t that there aren’t a ton of things all going on at once. It’s more like, summer is here and I’ve got reverse SAD. Or maybe I’m just…sad.

That could be it. A has been home for the past six week and it’s been the best time, ever. She leaves on Sunday and I’m going to miss her. But that’s not why I’m sad. It can’t be. We do this every year. She comes home from school for a few weeks, then she leaves for eight weeks and then we go on a mini vacation to celebrate the end of summer.

Work is amazing. I truly feel like I’m the luckiest girl in New York City. I love what I do, where I do it and the people I get to work with each day.

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A Military Brat on Memorial Day…

I was born in 1972 at Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego. If my mom had waited a few days before she decided to move to San Diego, I’d call Hawaii my birth place.

My father, a Quartermaster in the United States Navy, was on a WestPac when I was born. I can only remember seeing him once before my parents divorce when I was three, but I can vividly remember what it meant to grow up on a Navy base in the 1970s and early 1980s, especially since my mom went on to marry two more Navy men before she died.

Being the child of a military parent means travel. A lot. It means, if you are lucky, finding humor in always being the new kid. At worst, it means a lot of lonely nights listening to other kids play outside and connect over the types of shared memories you don’t have. It means shopping at the local commissary and either remembering to follow the yellow footprints telling you in which direction to walk, or, at a young age, knowing that some rules can be broken and walking against those footprints to find the things you need.

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