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I have never written a tribute to my favorite band – I hope I can do it justice. I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m an uber fan; I don’t know basically every lyric ever sung like my husband and a bunch of friends; I usually take a minute to figure out which song has come on, unless it’s a hands down favorite; I can’t dance for shit.

My favorite band is Phish – there is something magical about the band members, their music – lyrically and instrumentally. I attended my very first Phish show in Cincinnati way back in 2003 – it feels strange to type that number 14 years later. I saw them again in Indiana that summer – a week after my best friend, Brian, overdosed and died. He was supposed to be at that show.

You know how music evokes memories? Like where you were, what you were doing, what was happening in your life, the times you hear particular songs? I think that’s a big Phishing draw for me – there are so many songs of the band’s that are special to me, especially their words.

For instance, one of my all-time favorite Phish tunes is called Waste. Its primary lyric is ‘come waste your time with me’ and it’s an all-around beautiful ballad. The song always makes me think of Brian – I wish he could still waste his time with me. Of course, I heard that song at the concert he missed due to his death and cried in public – it was rather cathartic.

After 2003, my newly discovered band went on an indefinite hiatus; which devastated me. So, I went back to see them after ten long years in the summer of 2013 in Chicago. Let me just tell you, people in Chicago are SO nice – I met some beautiful people. I don’t know if it’s just the awesome, laid-back atmosphere in the audiences, but Phish seems to bring out the best in people – at least in Phans.

I’ve gotten to hear a bunch of my favorite songs in person, which is of course always exciting, but Phish has so many original jams and does so many great covers, it’s hard to get every song squeezed in. I have a friend who has been to 80+ Phish shows and there is a particular song she is haunted by and has heard in concert a minimum of 15 times!

Anyway, Phish is definitely reminiscent of the Grateful Dead, not only in that they’re a jam band, but have a vast, hippie-type following. I’m no hippie (I don’t think) – Phish draws a variety of crowds, for sure.

One of the best parts of going to a Phish show is the inevitable reunion my husband and I always have with his old friends and friends we’ve just met through traveling to shows and mutual Phish love. We have pals in Oregon and Florida we can almost always count on seeing at a show, regardless of the location.

Phish is definitely the band I would stalk if I had the resources to follow them everywhere and see every show imaginable. It’s so much fun to predict which songs they’ll play at each show. It blows my mind that the band is having a 13-day concert, known as the Baker’s Dozen, this summer at Madison Square Garden! I would adore to go, but there is no way feasibly for us to attend. However, we will be present in spirit, as our Florida buddies are seriously going to all 13 shows!

A cool thing about Phish shows is that they’re all so different – you never know just what you’re going to get. We heard them do a Talking Heads cover – which was awesome – in Nashville last year. For one huge Halloween show – all Phish Halloween shows are epic – the band played the entire White Album by the Beatles. Now, I’m not a Beatles fan AT ALL, but I think I would have enjoyed Phish playing the old school tunes.

Trey Anastasio, the lead guitarist and singer, is fantastic, as are Mike Gordon, the bass player, John Fishman, the drummer whose perpetual concert costume is a muumuu, and Page McConnell, the pianist. Mike’s Song, by Mike Gordon, naturally, is my son Jack’s favorite Phish song, as he loves the drums!

In summary, Phish has been a special band to me for the past nearly 15 years. Listening to them play has opened up my musical horizons greatly – I never would have given the Grateful Dead a chance had it not been for them. Phish has helped me to appreciate MUSIC, not just popular and/or fancy stuff. Also, my many amazing concert memories and the warm and fuzzies I feel when I hear certain songs give Phish a special place in my heart.

Love, Maggie

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Fangirl to Funko Freak

A long long time ago, in a world far far away, I had never heard of, let alone laid eyes on, a Funko Pop. Actually, it was more like two years ago that I discovered what would become my newest collection obsession.

My introduction to Funko came as I was participating in the #otspsecretsister program. At the time, I remember clarifying to my secret sister that I wasn’t interested in being gifted Funko Pops, as I had no clue what to do with them!

I fell in love with the Pops after purchasing a few for the secret sister whom I was surprising, as I was able to study the Pops before sending them to her. I quickly found that after handling a Pop that I needed, err, wanted ALL THE FUNKOS!

I remember the first Pop I took under my wing, Marvel’s Lady Sif, with whom I was not familiar, but got because the Funko of her likeness is so awesome. It’s funny – I of course get Funkos modeled after my established fandoms, such as American Horror Story, but I also enjoy getting a hold of Pops representing characters I haven’t previously been introduced to yet.

A cool thing is that those Pops I obtain which I had no prior connection with through my personal fandoms have inspired me to actually watch shows and/or movies connected to my beloved Pops. For instance, I have never seen Adventure Time, but I have Princess Bubblegum – she’s just adorable! Now I’m really into carving out time to binge the cartoon.

In addition, I got a darling Scrump Pop. I have also never seen Lilo and Stitch, but now I feel the urge to see Scrump in action! I got a Moana Pop recently – I’ve never seen Moana either. Oh, and a Summer Olaf – nope, never seen Frozen!

My favorite Pops in my personal collection include Ric Flair, Geoffrey Baratheon, Oscar the Grouch – orange and green, Nosferatu, and The Jesus from The Big Lebowski. It’s really tough to narrow down my faves though; I’m also a big fan of my Nerd Cinderella! Oh, and Gus Fring of Breaking Bad!

Hopefully soon I’ll be able to get my hands on the new old school Nickelodeon Pops and the Golden Girls and the rest of the Strawberry Shortcake crew…and pretty much every Pop imaginable – whether or not I’m familiar with their origins!

I’ve seen pictures on Bookstagram and the like of other Funko fans’ Pops out of their boxes and used to enhance bookshelves, which is so cute. However, I keep my Pops in their original boxes – not necessarily because of possible future value, but because I have two babies who would love to get their paws on my Pops!

I’m curious to know if there are other people out there who keep their Pops in original boxes and what their reasons are for doing so…

Love, Maggie

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Every Day is Exactly the Same

Routine, force of habit…monotony is a part of life, at least for me. I’ve always been a creature of habit, with bursts of spontaneity. I don’t like to have plans either. I remember dreading dates when assignments were due for school; I even dreaded breaking out of my routine to get married – the wedding part made me so nervous, but I couldn’t wait for the party afterwards!

Anyhow, I’ve spent quite a bit of time recently thinking about routines, perhaps because I am a mother to two baby boys. I understand that children need routine to feel secure, but for some reason, I have a hard time getting the kids onto a set schedule. My boys are pretty unpredictable from day to day, so that makes routine with them tough.

I’m working toward getting my oldest, two-year-old Jack, to return to sleeping in his own bed in his own room. I do notice that if he is off our meager schedule even by a little bit, he gets off kilter. For instance, after he stays with my in-laws for a few nights, he comes home and basically has to readjust to our home routine.

Hopefully, by the time the boys start school I won’t be so goofy about doing things according to a plan. When I stated above that my life is full of monotony, I meant it. Although I may not be on a set time schedule, each day is similar to the one previous.

I am so lucky to have the chance to be a stay-at-home mom, but I do notice that I functioned better when I was working, as I did have to schedule my time then. I fly by the seat of my pants while also doing the same old thing!

Every morning, my husband kisses me goodbye as he leaves for work around 7:00, then the kids are typically ready to roll out of bed by 8:00 at the latest. I give my six-month-old his breakfast bottle, as I do my toddler. We lie in my bed for a while watching TV and adjusting to the new morning. The rest of the day is pretty much anything goes.

A lot of the time, I end up alone all day with my children. My mom has been able to help me so much more, thankfully, now that she is over the two separate flu strains she contracted this year. Other than Mom and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and Dad helping when they can, it’s typically just me and the boys. Every day, all day.

Not that I’m complaining – I adore every moment with my children, even if I get bored or sick of watching Spongebob Squarepants for the thousandth time. However, I do tend to get lonely, especially for my husband, who works quite a bit.

I wish I was better at getting into a routine, rather than simply repeating the same old shit every day, but, as I mentioned, I hate having plans too. I guess I’m kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place – I crave routine, yet despise it.

I know that when my boys are older and we’re blowing and going at all times with sports and other extracurricular activities, even just with them going to school, that I’ll long for the monotony of these days. So, I try my best not to take my time with my children now for granted, which sometimes results in my feeling guilty about looking toward the future.

I really put too much pressure on myself regarding pretty much everything I do, no matter how small the task. It seems so simple to think of what I need to do to get myself into a routine, yet so difficult to implement. And I’m talking about taking my medicine at the same time every day and just being organized in general.

I also have an all or none personality, meaning that I either completely throw myself into something or I ignore it altogether. For instance, if I miss taking my medicine at my ‘usual’ time to do so, I may skip it for the day and start over the next, which isn’t smart, considering what I’m prescribed.

Finding balance has always been difficult for me – maybe I’m not meant to be perfectly evened out. I would like to have the perfect balance in my life and you’d think it would be easy to come by, considering that I don’t work outside of my home. Maybe I just need to accept my situation for what it is, do the best I can, and accept myself for who I am.

I can’t remember being any different regarding routine, obsession, and ambivalence. I simply need to take my damn medicine every day like I am supposed to and then maybe I’ll accidentally slip into a functioning routine. Hopefully, I’ll have it figured out by the time my boys do start school. In the meantime, as usual, I just need to relax and go with the flow.

Love, Maggie

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Do it This Way

Yesterday I wrote about some of my experiences as a Catholic school girl. Today I’m relating another of those experiences. I’ve always prided myself on my handwriting – it’s unique, virtually illegible, and very me. I learned how to write in cursive in the second grade. I remember having those lined tablets with humongous lines for writing practice.

When I learned cursive, I couldn’t wait to start perfecting my signature and personal way of writing. I toyed with different versions of my signature for years before it became what it is today. I’ve always written hastily, resulting in quite a few people commenting that my handwriting, especially my signature, looks like ‘doctor writing’.

I’m almost rebellious when it comes to writing. I spent so many years defying the hateful nun, who was the principal at my grade school, by ignoring her handwriting tips, that my writing became almost ridiculous. I still have to focus really hard to write legibly, even when I print.

I began to defy the nun’s orders when she jerked me out of class – in the second grade – and made me sit alone in the cafeteria, practicing my cursive D’s, preferably until she was satisfied with my effort, according to her. I recall actively thinking that I was going to write my D’s however I wanted to, regardless of the nun’s instructions.

I recall the nun leaving me alone for stretches of time and then coming over to me with her fake smile to check my progress. She advised me on exactly how my D’s should look each time. I continued to write them quickly and how I wanted to. Finally, after probably thirty minutes of her attempting to force me to write the perfect cursive D, the nun gave up, sent me back to class, and never harassed me about my handwriting again.

Love, Maggie

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Church Gal

Being baptized as a Catholic, I quite naturally went to Catholic school beginning with kindergarten and ending after I graduated from the eighth grade. I absolutely adored my elementary school. We had a really small student body, resulting in split grades – two grades per classroom/teacher. Only nine kids, including me, were in my eighth grade class. Trust me, transitioning from a class with fewer than ten students to a public high school with nearly 1000 teenagers was a serious culture shock, but that’s another story.

I was able to do some pretty cool stuff while at Sacred Heart, my school. For example, I was among the first girls to ever be allowed to serve at mass as an acolyte. I remember being in fourth or fifth grade when Pope John Paul II granted permission for girls to serve alongside boys, who were traditionally the only servers. I remember getting to school early to meet my best girlfriend and we’d race the boys to church to be able to serve over them.

We went to mass every day of the school week, save for Wednesdays, unless it was Ash Wednesday, of course, and serving made services more exciting. I always loved being with the priest as he gave mass and all of the traditions that go along with mass, especially benediction, my favorite aspect of mass. I recall that we had benediction services on one Friday of the month, if I’m recalling correctly.

Perhaps one of the coolest aspects of attending a private, Catholic school was the fact that we got out of school on holy days, while our public school counterparts did not. This meant we were always out of school the day after Halloween, as November 1 is a holy day, making for an easy time to stay up late and gorge on candy we’d collected.

I experienced every sacrament except for my baptism and marriage at Sacred Heart. I was baptized at a church in West Virginia, as I lived there with my parents and brother as a baby. I married in my mother’s childhood church, Cumberland Presbyterian. I participated in confession for the first time, my first communion in the second grade, and confirmation in seventh at that school/church.

I’ve always thought it neat to be Catholic – not that I’m dissing the protestant churches – but I love the pace of the Catholic mass and I’m proud to be a part of the religion. My mother’s family was traditionally Presbyterian, so I gained experience at their church services as well.

My sons will be baptized Catholic at the end of April and I’m very excited for them to follow in my family’s proverbial religious footsteps. Admittedly, I haven’t been to church in a while, probably not since my grandmother’s funeral, which doesn’t totally count, in my opinion. Since I want my boys to have a strong spiritual foundation, we are going to return to church and become active members. Thankfully, there is a Saturday evening mass, which is much more laid back than the Sunday services.

I also feel an attachment to Sacred Heart because at least three generations of my dad’s family, including him, attended the school. All of our graduating class pictures hang in the main hallway of the school to this day. My schoolmates and I would line up for lunch next to those pictures and we always liked to locate and point out our predecessors.

So, I sort of have a legacy at Sacred Heart, one that I want to continue. I toyed with the idea of sending my kids to public school and not even fooling with the rites of passage expected of a Catholic child. However, I decided to stand firm with my choice to enroll my children at Sacred Heart and raise them as Catholics, as I know I’d regret not having done so.

To reiterate, I am a proud Catholic, a member of a family that helped build the first Catholic church in my county. I come from a long line of German Catholics and I’m very interested to learn more about my family history. I really wish ancestry.com was totally free!

Love, Maggie

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Brotherly Love

I’ve been putting off writing this post for days, turning the words, thoughts, and feelings I want to convey over and over in my head. I finally decided to just start typing. I’m writing about a subject very near and dear to my heart, as well as a very emotional one.

My older brother by 15 months, Bill, is autistic, more specifically, he has Asperger’s Syndrome, meaning that he is on the higher functioning end of the autism spectrum. It’s been really, really hard to watch Bill, who is now 35, deteriorate in the manner in which he has.

Looking back, I see the older brother, almost my twin, to whom I looked up, followed everywhere, and wanted to do everything he did. We played all the time and were so very close as children. We especially enjoyed being outside and playing Nintendo, primarily The Legend of Zelda.

We were kids back in the day, when you didn’t have the option to save your game on the original NES. My cousins and I would sit in awe and watch as Bill played virtually any game and defeat it in a single sitting, saving be damned!

Bill has always had an uncanny memory, knowing each extended family member’s age and birth date by heart. I recall going for walks with our parents and Bill and I would walk ahead, quizzing each other regarding state and international capitals. We both had world and U.S. maps in our rooms and pored over them religiously.

If I were writing on paper at this moment, the ink would undoubtedly be smudged. I can’t help but continue to grieve the brother I never had and never will have. I love my brother so much my heart could burst into a million pieces. I have always wanted to protect him and contain him in a cocoon of love and safety.

I grieve that I will never have biological nieces and nephews; Bill is my only sibling and it’s very apparent that marriage and children are not in the cards for him. While I adore the children of my in-laws, I don’t think it will ever be quite the same.

I have always yearned for Bill to be ‘normal’. On the other hand, I couldn’t imagine him being any other way. Our cousin once asked what I would do if I had the opportunity to give Bill a magic pill that would erase his autism, make him ‘normal’. I pondered the question for a while and finally said I couldn’t do it – I couldn’t change Bill after his living in the mind God gave him for 35 years.

Bill would always say “that’s the way God made me” when he hit middle school and began to realize he was different from his peers – a lot different. I don’t think he ever fully grasped the concept of his autism when my parents attempted to explain to him just why he has always been different.

I remember telling my psychiatrist, who had seen our family, including my brother, for at least 20 years, that I felt guilty at times because I wasn’t the autistic sibling instead of Bill. My psychiatrist eased my horrible feelings by explaining to me that Bill’s world is small, it always has been; it’s all he knows. My beloved now-retired doctor assuaged my guilty feelings, thank goodness.

I have never felt capable of discussing my feelings about Bill with anyone outside my immediate family and husband. No one really dug for answers when I was younger and I rarely offered tidbits about my home life anyway. This fact has led to loneliness on my part. I wish I could talk to more people about my brother, but it hurts too much and I don’t often feel empathy from others when I do let out an emotion or two.

In a way, the featured picture I chose for this post makes me think of how Bill is in a way heading farther and farther away from me, and reality. He is riding an escalator into another world, a world that I can’t join him in. I feel him slipping away and the pace of his deterioration seems to be accelerating.

Sometimes I wonder if he has auditory and visual hallucinations. He’ll make comments here and there about someone showing up outside his window, which doesn’t open, and bringing him lunch. Perhaps the worst part of his deteriorating condition is the fact that he is becoming incontinent, in the urinary way.

Bill hasn’t always been in the shape in which he’s in now. In high school, he was much more popular than me – I was known as ‘Bill’s sister’ until I was a senior, when I no longer had a claim to fame. My beloved brother is still known as the best football team manager ever in the history of our high school. He traveled to games with the team on buses and even blew teammates’ minds by having the ability to lift much more weight than them – Bill is a big, imposing guy, although he’s really and truly a teddy bear at heart.

To further illustrate his worsening condition, when we were teenagers, Bill would hug me, our mom, and our dad and tell us each that we were the best ever. I haven’t heard those words in so many years; he also no longer initiates hugs. Bill told our dad a few weeks ago that he loved him, spontaneously, which brought my father to tears.

Bill was high functioning enough to hold a job with our town’s public maintenance department for at least 15+ years. He got along well with coworkers, was on a routine, and was proud of his job and what he’d accomplished. During his last five or so years with the department, it became obvious to his longtime coworkers that he was basically going downhill and was no longer functioning like he did. He had also become hostile and mildly violent.

After a lot of discussion, my parents decided it was time for Bill to retire from his full-time job. Because of that job, Bill earned lifetime benefits from the city, a major feat for someone who is mentally disabled. I try to remind him of the wonderful things he has accomplished, as he sometimes speaks in a delusional manner, confused about why he no longer works and why our lifelong psychiatrist retired.

You see, change is very difficult for autistic people. All I can guess is that Bill is still adjusting to some big life changes he has experienced in recent years. Our paternal grandfather passed away unexpectedly in 2011. Although he doesn’t speak of him, I know Bill misses Granddaddy a great deal – there has to be a hole in his heart. My grandfather took Bill to church every weekend, which Bill loved. And then, when Granddaddy died, Bill’s routine was completely swept like a rug from under him.

In addition, our dad moved back home full-time after pretty much retiring from his job, which was located six hours away from home. Since Dad lost his job in our hometown when I was a seventh grader, he worked all over the place, even as far away as Georgia – we’re from Tennessee. We lived with Dad only being home on the weekends for about 20 or so years, so it was a tough transition for Bill, who was used to living only with our mom. Luckily, he has gotten so much more comfortable with our father being home every day again.

My plan has always been to have Bill live with me after Mom and Dad can no longer care for him. Sometimes I think that I won’t be able to handle him – my worst nightmare would be sticking him in a nursing home or someplace similar – there is just no way I could ever dump him. I can only pray that I will be capable of caring for my brother. Luckily, my husband loves Bill and would do anything for him, to make sure he’s safe and taken care of.

While I hurtle toward the future, unknowing about what lies in wait for me, my family, and most of all, for Bill, I reminisce a lot about the great times, and there have been many, that I have had with my big brother.

I try my best not to worry about what exactly is in store for us, but it is difficult to reframe my thoughts sometimes. Writing this post has been very cathartic; I’m really glad I chose to share a glimpse into a very private part of my life with you.

Perhaps I will write more about Bill, as opposed to bottling up my feelings…

Love, Maggie

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The ARC of the Matter

I have a love/hate relationship with ARCs, or advance reader copies. While I am always honestly honored to be approved to read any ARC, sometimes I feel overwhelmed with deadlines and feeling the urgent need to review a book, whether I liked it or not.

Throughout my relatively short relationship with NetGalley and other sites that make ARCs available to readers, I have learned not to request anything and everything, just because I could.

When I virtually raced myself to just get approval from publishers, I found that I wasn’t enjoying the books I was getting, as I wasn’t being selective. Honestly, in my early days of book blogging, I didn’t think I deserved to have the opportunity to request only what I truly wanted to read. I felt that I needed to be established.

I have since, thankfully, given up on my belief that I’m not deserving of reading awesome sounding books before their publishing dates.

The first hyped book I was approved for was Roshani Chokshi’s The Star-Touched Queen and I was absolutely floored. I think that approval is what changed my thinking as far as being good enough to read quality ARCs. I was recently invited by the publisher to read Chokshi’s sequel, A Crown of Wishes, which also helped reverse my silly feelings.

To put a positive spin on my not being selective with ARCs early on, I was introduced to a few great authors I intend to follow. On the other hand, I did end up being approved for some books, which will go unmentioned, that I either absolutely hated or decided not to read at all.

I really didn’t like feeling pressure to review books I disliked, as I’m not fond of, or particularly good at, writing negative reviews. I seriously don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, whether it be the author’s or another reader’s! I realize this is slightly odd, as I am mostly anonymous on the Internet, but, hey, I’m sensitive.

Anyhow, I’ve figured out how to work NetGalley; Edelweiss confuses me to death! P.S. If anyone reading this has tips regarding the use of Edelweiss, please leave me advice! 😀 Back to NetGalley – I was also once too focused on keeping my approval rating really high, which sometimes deterred me from requesting books. I have since gotten over this as well.

I think that since I figured out that when archive dates arrive for ARCs the books are simply no longer available to download, as opposed to automatically expiring on my devices, I’ve been able to relax. As long as I download galleys before archival, I have access to them, which seems so obvious to me now.

I have also dealt with ARC envy, as I believe many bookish bloggers experience at some point. I’ve decided to just focus on myself, to be happy for other bloggers who receive amazing physical ARCs, and to aspire to be among those readers one day!

I have not yet ventured into the world of emailing publishers directly in order to request books. Perhaps that is how people obtain physical ARCs for the most part? Regardless, in order for publishers to send me actual books to peruse, I do think my blog needs to grow. All that business seems pretty serious in my eyes!

Nowadays, I certainly have more of a love, as opposed to hate, relationship with ARCs. I have had to go through bookish growing pains and basically teach myself how to navigate the world of book blogging.

While it has taken me a couple of years to reach this point of caring, I am proud of myself for just how far I’ve come regarding the ARC. As I read over this post, I am nostalgic – it is now evident to me that I’m no longer a rookie, even though I still have a lot to learn before I turn pro.

In closing, here’s an enormous shout out to all of the bookish bloggers and/or readers – I mean to both encourage newbies and give kudos to those who are established with solid reader bases! Rookies, you will make it after all; pros, you are true inspirations! 😀

Love, Maggie

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A Collection

I absolutely cannot believe it’s almost April, which means it’s almost time for the 2017 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! This will be my third year participating; unfortunately, I neglected to save my challenge posts from 2015 and 2016. However, I’m excited about and inspired by the theme I chose this year!

Luckily, I chose a loose theme, which will enable me to write posts for all 26 letters of the alphabet, whereas last year, I missed a few letters, as my topic wasn’t broad at all. I’ve found that after two years of challenging myself to post throughout April for Blogging from A to Z, that a theme encompassing a wide array of personal experiences is right for me, at least this year!

For the 2017 edition of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, I have decided to shape essays recounting personal memories, observations, and loves around each letter. Therefore, A Collection of Essays came to be.

I can tell I’m really excited about my theme choice because I’m typing posts ahead of time like a banshee! Writing A to Z challenge posts has never come quite so easily to me; I think the reason is that I’m picking my own brain, as opposed to doing crazy research, for my posts.

All of the posts I have thus far scheduled evoked strong emotions within me as I wrote them, which tells me my material will be interesting, at least to me! 😀 I hope my readers, new and old, will enjoy journeying with me through my brain and will laugh, cry, and maybe learn a tidbit or two while reading my posts.

To all of the A to Z Challenge participants this year: GOOD LUCK and I hope to visit as many of you, and there are a bunch, as possible! Please leave me a link to your blog or theme reveal post if you’re also challenging yourself to write from A to Z; I’d love to drop by your nook! 😀

Love, Maggie

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Meet Me in March

I can’t believe the month of love is seriously halfway over! But, with the end of the month comes another round of one of my favorite challenges – the Comment Challenge – hosted by the lovely Lonna at FLYLef and Alicia at A Kernel of Nonsense.

I had amazing commenting partners for both January and February and I’m so excited to find out whom I get to shower with comment love in March! 😀

UPDATE – I just found out that for this installment, I’m partnered with Closet Readers! Hi! 😀

Love, Maggie

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[LOVE]ly Comments

I The Comment Challenge hosted by Lonna at FLYLef and Alicia at A Kernel of Nonsense! For the February installment of the winter 2017 challenge segment, I’ve been paired with Cassidy of Quartzfeather!

I’m excited to share the love on Cassidy’s blog and support her in her blogging endeavors! 😀

Love, Maggie

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