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My #BareFacePlay Story | Madhuri Writes

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Raw sexy beautiful words. December 21, 2016. December 21, 2016. Confession: I’m not a makeup girl. In sixth grade, my girlfriend Jennifer Mason gave me my first item of makeup: Mary Kay blush in that iconic pink compact. But I have no idea when I purchased any of my own makeup because for years, makeup and I weren’t really friends. Don’t get me wrong, I have makeup goals, two to be precise: 1) rock some red lipstick and 2) a cat’s eye like Adele. How strange to have spent most of this life running damn n...

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None of us are alone – jennifersekella

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This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees. August 11, 2015. November 5, 2015. None of us are alone. So, here’s my confession – I’m bipolar. I have a mental illness. I take medications, I see a therapist, I work, I love, I help others. I am so so so much more than just that diagnosis – as are all the others who have some type of mental illness that they’re being treated for. 3 thoughts on “ None of us are alone. August 11, 2015 at 8:17 pm. August 12, 2015 at 1:27 am. August 12, 2015 at 1:30 am. You are c...

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For want of homefires and homefries – jennifersekella

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This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees. August 15, 2015. August 16, 2015. For want of homefires and homefries. It was the week before Spring Break 1994,. And I was hanging out in Jim’s kitchen at 3:30 am. I’m wondering now how I knew he’d be up,. But perhaps he’d been foolish enough to mention it to me the night before. The lights were low and the most prevalent sounds were of. The bacon sizzling and the scrape of the spatula. As Jim turned the bacon in a cast iron skillet. That I could not go. Inste...

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Summer Storms, Rest Stops, and Rainbows – Jena Schwartz

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Poet, promptress Writing coach. Backtalk: Mothers Daughters Writing. Dive Into Poetry: A Quarterly Celebration. It’s All Made Up: Freewriting Fiction. One Story: Ten Facets. On the Corner: Writing at the Intersection(s). The Living Room Group. Summer Storms, Rest Stops, and Rainbows. August 4, 2015. August 5, 2015. The coming storm on 90 west looked a lot like this. (Photo found here. But not five minutes after getting on the Pike after the exit-missing moment, the sky grew dark. We felt so lucky tha...

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Ripe – Jena Schwartz

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Poet, promptress Writing coach. Backtalk: Mothers Daughters Writing. Dive Into Poetry: A Quarterly Celebration. It’s All Made Up: Freewriting Fiction. One Story: Ten Facets. On the Corner: Writing at the Intersection(s). The Living Room Group. July 22, 2015. July 22, 2015. The peach was perfect. Yielding without turning to mush. Generous, juicy, with just enough firmness to maintain its self-respect. 8221; A novelty from our usual Stop and Shop outings. And oh, did I ever feel her. There is nothi...I gla...

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Alter Ego – Jena Schwartz

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Poet, promptress Writing coach. Backtalk: Mothers Daughters Writing. Dive Into Poetry: A Quarterly Celebration. It’s All Made Up: Freewriting Fiction. One Story: Ten Facets. On the Corner: Writing at the Intersection(s). The Living Room Group. July 29, 2015. 8220;Firebird” by Isabel Bryna. She’s the best of me. She’s calm and collected. She’s unflappable. Organized. Present. She sits and does the thing she’s doing, a slight smile on her lips. My alter ego knows you by name. She will answer your call&...

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Home Is Where I Am | Red Boots

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From dancing to walking and everything in between… and beyond. Skip to primary content. I heart the 80s. A to Z Challenge. Red Boots and Beyond. Home Is Where I Am. July 23, 2015. When my son comes home from anywhere he bursts through the back door with dusty sneakers, bits of his day caught in his dark brown hair and on his thick eyelashes, and always an exuberant: I’m ho-ome! Still Home is home. And yet. Home is home. The radio in the car is set to Galgalatz, and the catchy combination of popular Israe...

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So little night… – jennifersekella

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This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees. July 14, 2015. July 14, 2015. So little night…. Hmmm, maybe I’ll just get up and … oh look, an essay on Mary Oliver and happiness – I should email that to my nephew because it references nature and he loves nature. Oh, and I can send him “Wild Geese.” And then, oh look here, this article compares her to John Muir, one of Carrick’s sort-of heroes! Yep, send that one, too. 2 thoughts on “ So little night…. August 11, 2015 at 8:21 pm. August 11, 2015 at 8:29 pm.

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None of us are alone – jennifersekella

https://jennifersekella.wordpress.com/2015/08/11/none-of-us-are-alone

This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees. August 11, 2015. November 5, 2015. None of us are alone. So, here’s my confession – I’m bipolar. I have a mental illness. I take medications, I see a therapist, I work, I love, I help others. I am so so so much more than just that diagnosis – as are all the others who have some type of mental illness that they’re being treated for. 3 thoughts on “ None of us are alone. August 11, 2015 at 8:17 pm. August 12, 2015 at 1:27 am. August 12, 2015 at 1:30 am. You are c...