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Are You a Beauty Hound Too?: Everyday Magic, Day 1,039
As a kid in love with the beauty of horses (and cats and dogs and.....) I can't remember ever not being a beauty hound. My earliest memory, sitting on what was to my three-year-old self a giant cliff, fishing with my grandfather was a beauty immersion. I was in love with moving water, light breeze, my slim, very quiet grandfather chain-smoking Tareyton cigarettes in one hand, balancing his fishing pole in the other. It was a moment of great peace, calm, love, and belonging. I
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Jun 293 min read
Regrets? I've had (More Than) a Few. What About You?: Everyday Magic, Day 1,138
"I wish someone would ask me about my regrets," one of my friends recently said to me. "What are your regrets?" I asked. She told me, but those are hers to tell, not mine. No worries though because I have plenty of regrets to talk about, most in the flavor of "Love is never having to say you're sorry" = bullshit. Or another friend told me, William Burroughs used to joke/not joke that every day he lived was another day full of regrets. Here's some of mine: I don't regret adopt
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Jun 75 min read
