Like many people, I was raised to love the beach and the ocean, and to find happiness in any time I could spend there. I work to get back whenever and wherever I can, especially anywhere in the Mid-Atlantic coastal south through the Carolinas, where the sight, sound, scent, and feel of the waves and the salt water work a certain kind of magic for me. I'm happier by water. I’m more peaceful and at home.
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From the minute I walked through the gate to Mark S. King's Baltimore front yard and he stopped me from the porch with "Wait, let me turn on the water feature," I had a feeling we'd get along just fine. (It is a lovely water feature indeed.)
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When I first heard the term “skinny jeans,” my thought was, “oh great, not-for-me jeans.”
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I acquired a two-year-old puggle named Hoover from a rescue organization last October and since then I have gone full-on crazy dog lady. This is to say that when my dog does things like watch other dogs on television, my first thought is to document it, and then to worry that Facebook isn't permanent enough. I mean, I've had him for nine months and I don't think I've posted anything about him on my blog before.
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