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Personal style is a journey (with or without Birkenstocks).
My mom wore Birks when I was a kid. My aunts did too. It was the only shoe I probably could name and I saw them on many people (think, early 90s) and my mom had them too. As I grew up I realized this...
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Trapped in my life.
Picture this. It’s Mother’s Day. And I’m sad. Like, really sad. And kind of mad. But I don’t know why. I mean, yes, I’m freaking ravenous (slightly long story) so maybe it’s that but it’s not really....
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Relationship path(s).
I have this theory I’ve been throwing around in my head and my life. It starts out something along the lines of this: it takes a certain amount of time with a person to get comfortable with them. I...
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Fond Farewell.
It’s time to say good-bye to robustorbust. This has been a space some long abandoned (I haven’t posted in nearly a year and a half) and yet it’s also been a space that I fully occupied for four years...
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