When Love Isn’t Enough

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I used to think love was enough.   I used to think one day, if I were lucky, love would grace my soul like summer rain. Love would walk into my life and hold the pieces of me together with … Continued

Cliff Jumping

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“Hey, hot stranger, do you want to jump off of this massive cliff with me? There’s no real reason either of us needs to jump. We aren’t in any immediate danger that would be resolved by jumping or anything. It … Continued

The Prodigal Blogger Returns

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I think people might want me to blog.   No. Seriously. I was surprised too. I know, I know, you’re wondering, “who are these “people” you speak of, Kayla?” And “are they like your work-out regimen or ability to maintain … Continued

“Social Norms”

I don’t know how to human. I just don’t. Twenty-one and a half years of humaning later and still I have no idea how to react in a “normal” way to just about anything. My abundance of feelings makes me … Continued

Tall Order

I’m in a pub in Dublin. BadBobs Temple Bar, to be specific. It’s Saturday. We had been here a few nights previously on a Wednesday and were welcomed to the city by a beautiful man playing even more beautiful music … Continued

Supposed Stripper

What’s that? New blog post, you say? No… “We must be mistaken,” you cry in disbelief, for you had given up hope on the promise of an update from my side of the world eons ago. I had abandoned you, … Continued

This Is How We Grow

(Dedicated to those who have returned home) Imagine this: you fly halfway across the world to live in a beautiful foreign country where you don’t speak the language. You’re intentionally uncomfortable. You signed up for this. You’re lost. You need … Continued

Like a freshly cut tree….

….this post is pretty sappy.   Ayyyyy   I’m never branching out into different types of humor. I think I’ll stick to tree puns. I’ll never leaf my old ways. I’m rooted in wordplay. Wood you like me to get … Continued

Destiny’s Child

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“Oh, hell yeah, sign up for Italian Conversation class. You’ll get so much better at speaking Italian. It’ll be a breeze, you’ll love it,” rationalized Kayla of yore, brimming with an unparalleled optimistic naiveté. So young, so blissfully unaware.   … Continued

No, Not The Rolling Stones Song

The following post has been approved for appropriate audiences by the kpennyforyourthoughts association of America, Inc. FADE IN FROM BLACK TO A TINY ITALIAN KITCHEN DRAMATIC VOICEOVER ENSUES NARRATOR: In a world…. Without brown sugar…. CAMERA PANS ACROSS SMALL ITALIAN … Continued

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