Saturday, April 21, 2018

K.

She didn’t get much from me. That glorious red mane is the legacy of a long-dead ancestor. Clear skin through adolescence? Not me. Beautiful singing voice? Definitely not me. Ruthless minimalism? Nope. I’m learning that from her. She got my nose (sorry, Kiddo). And somehow, despite all her gifts, she got my self-doubt.
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6 comments:

  1. SusanApril 21, 2018 at 10:59 AM

    I'm sure it's not your self-doubt. Self-doubt is rampant. Hard to imagine, though, when I look at her dazzling image.

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  2. CedarwaxwingApril 21, 2018 at 1:02 PM

    Yeah, damn that self-doubt. I know few women that don't have it.

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  3. HelenApril 22, 2018 at 11:23 AM

    Ditto. Ditto.

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  4. MaliApril 22, 2018 at 11:09 PM

    Ditto.

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  5. Kim HanniganApril 26, 2018 at 9:42 AM

    Self-doubt was what lurked under hope in Pandora's box.

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