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About peikleberry

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.

Aminal Crackers.

My handbag is basically a pic-a-nic basket (whenever you can be more like Yogi Bear, I strenuously recommend it—start by adding an extra syllable to pic-a-nic basket). At any given point in time, there is an apple, an orange, three … Continue reading

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My Four Cents About “Me, Too.”

First, and foremost, let me say, “me, too.” And let me share my wish of so many deep, hugs and bottomless glasses of wine and fathomless conversations with loved ones that heal with their words and their presence to every … Continue reading

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Today. . . 

Today I lost my dog. Today I lost my dog. The heaviness of this sentence keeps echoing against the walls of my empty chest in utter disbelief. In the silent early hours of this morning, I lay on the hardwood … Continue reading

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Disenfranchised or Shallow?

I can’t tell. Here’s a low down dirty truth about me– This morning, The Ginger wanted to know whether the formation of PACs was a result of the original FEC laws from the seventies or the BCRA. This is NOT … Continue reading

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My REAL Resume

I am updating my resume. I’m not looking for a job, it’s just that sometimes, I like to sit down and put my accomplishments in writing. For me. Also, I am equally forgetful and prone to embellishment so I think … Continue reading

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Facewash – A Parenting Play in Two Acts

Last evening, while unpacking a bag of toiletries from the store. . . . Me: Hey, boys. Put this in your shower and use it on your face. The Ginger: Um, I don’t think so. It’s kind of inappropriate looking. … Continue reading

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Sorry, (Whatever is Italian for Charlie)

Dear Italian People I Have Known, I regret to inform you that you may be required by nationality to disown me after this post, but it must be said. . . I know that this pasta shape has a name. … Continue reading

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