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The Breadbox: Miriam
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Monday, March 2, 2015. I see her in their faces. Though lacking lines from years still to come. Framed in heavy hair. Not as white or wispy soft. Mother's movements look so familiar. The way she softly taps the table with her hands. Just as she had done. As they retell her stories re-retold,. Passing them from mouth to mouth, reverently. As one should handle one of her precious quilts. I see her in them. The stories form bit by bit. Pulled from each memory. On the particular wording. She may have used.
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The Breadbox: Guitar Maker
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015. Note: This is adapted from a piece I wrote several years ago. And recently I have decided to try to develop these characters and write a longer story (even a book? Any feedback would be very. Can I help you? He brought me over to another wall, which displayed guitars that looked much more ordinary: a sharp contrast from the previously viewed, so beautiful that their sound could almost be heard with only the effort of a glance. Did you make them? I asked, hesitantly. I am a graduat...
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The Breadbox: March 2015
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015. Note: This is adapted from a piece I wrote several years ago. And recently I have decided to try to develop these characters and write a longer story (even a book? Any feedback would be very. Can I help you? He brought me over to another wall, which displayed guitars that looked much more ordinary: a sharp contrast from the previously viewed, so beautiful that their sound could almost be heard with only the effort of a glance. Did you make them? I asked, hesitantly. The stories fo...
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The Breadbox: To those who just don't care... it's not about the dress.
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Friday, February 27, 2015. To those who just don't care. it's not about the dress. I've seen some posts on Facebook saying that some people are sick of all the posts about this dress. I think it would help us understand others and have more compassion for differing opinions, if we could remember this dress example in other aspects of life. Their actions sprouted from thoughts, and maybe we all think in different ways. Also, I've thought in the past, what if colors. Appeared different to all of us? It was...
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The Breadbox: Until you can breathe freely again
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Sunday, March 1, 2015. Until you can breathe freely again. Last night, a very brave person reached out on Facebook and I realized that she has been wrestling with depression. My heart goes out to her and others I know who are dealing with this very palpable, persistent pathosis. You get sick, and you go to the doctor. What do they tell you? Posted by Dianey Face. March 2, 2015 at 2:02 AM. March 2, 2015 at 11:50 AM. I want to clarify: personally for me, therapy and doctors visits and anti-depressants did ...
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The Breadbox: February 2015
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. The name's Nancy. Nancy Fancy Pantsy. I work in the Funding department of a Summer Sales Security Systems Company (like the alliteration? And I spend a lot of my time looking at names. Some people have the weirdest names! If you ever forget my name, but for some reason feel the urge to call me "Nancy", there's a pretty big chance that I'll answer to it. And if my answer is "A cup, or a cone? Don't be alarmed. Some habits are hard to break. Posted by Dianey Face. Perhaps those...
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The Breadbox: The name's Nancy. Nancy Fancy Pantsy.
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. The name's Nancy. Nancy Fancy Pantsy. I work in the Funding department of a Summer Sales Security Systems Company (like the alliteration? And I spend a lot of my time looking at names. Some people have the weirdest names! If you ever forget my name, but for some reason feel the urge to call me "Nancy", there's a pretty big chance that I'll answer to it. And if my answer is "A cup, or a cone? Don't be alarmed. Some habits are hard to break. Posted by Dianey Face. To those who ...
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The Breadbox: Ball
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Monday, March 2, 2015. In honor of my younger brother, John, with whom I enjoyed countless hours of legos, make believe, and wall ball. If I had ears I first would hear. The wind's high pitch from moving fast. Then painless crash as I met house. Crescendo-ed laughs with each return. If I had eyes I'd keep them shut. For being thrust into the air. Would be enough to lose one's lunch. With blurs of color streaming past. My nose would smell the young boy's hands. His sweat from repetitious play. Why I'm Oka...
