Author Archives: Molly

Missing Pieces

Last night, I had a shockingly vivid dream about my wedding. I’ve had many of these dreams over the years, some more vivid than others, the truly special scenarios staying in my memory for me to revisit when I’m in the mood to engage in conscious wish-fulfillment fantasies. This dream started off lovely… The details…

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Embrace Your Place

A kind, wise man once posted the following on Facebook – “Blessings are sometimes disguised in failures, or setbacks. However, God makes no mistakes. A good friend told me this week to ‘embrace your place’.” Even though this was months ago, I never forgot his words. I knew that eventually, when my creative energy started…

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Sweet Victor Blue Eyes

I believe some backstory is needed here, before I delve into Victor’s story. I was born and raised in a tiny Appalachian town in Western Maryland. After I graduated from high school in 2001, my mother decided to move back to Albuquerque, New Mexico so she could be close to her mother and her sister’s…

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“I’m Still Here”

One of my favorite father figures in cinematic history is the late Richard Farnsworth portraying Matthew Cuthbert in Anne of Green Gables. His gentle, quiet presence is reminiscent of my own father; and I love how he immediately falls in love with Anne as she chatters away incessantly, allowing him to simply be himself in silent appreciation. While Matthew is a…

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These Thoughts of Mine

I’ve said in the past that Hot Mess Molly is not a political blog. This is a place when I am free to be a basket case, where I can let my ‘Freak Flag’ fly, with no shame in who I am… This is my place to embrace my messiness. Having said that, if I’m…

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Where Were You?

September 11th, 2001. Where were you? I was home alone – in my childhood home in Western Maryland – which was a quiet, secluded property several miles from town, no neighbors within shouting distance. The sun was shining, the air was a bit brisk… It was autumn in the mountains. My mother and I were…

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Just Breathe

For a while now, I’ve been having a recurring dream.  I’m underwater.  There are traces of light that allow me to see my hands grasping at the bubbles that are floating above me towards a surface I can’t see.  I know I’m drowning, and while I’m frightened – I’m also accepting.  The silence is comforting. …

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