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A season of change: Soccer Kids
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A season of change. Something big is happening all around us. Friday, September 5, 2008. Why did I agree to do this? I don't think I. To, I probably could have said no. But if I had I wouldn't have had the experience I had last night. Last night was my first soccer game as a coach. Let me explain something to you, I don't. Soccer. I thought I did, I tried to at age 10. But soccer and I don't get along, maybe it's the running? I am so not kidding, it was very demeaning. But i totally understand the part a...
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The Writer's Block: August 2012
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Qui scribit bis legit. Sunday, August 26, 2012. Removed for submission to magazine. Saturday, August 25, 2012. Breaking Eclipse of the Twighlit Moon. Friday, August 24, 2012. Ripples in the stream. Come now back to me. Reflections in the dream. Come now back to me. The tearing at the seam. Come now back to me. The tearing of the dream. Come now back to me. With the bone and with the scream. Come now back to me. With the malice and the steam. Come now back to me. Lovers' quarrels soon do heal. It's cover ...
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The Writer's Block: July 2012
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Qui scribit bis legit. Sunday, July 15, 2012. Criminal Archives: Tape 39. Please state your name.". You already know my name. Please state your name. For the sake of the record.". Angela. Angela Hubbard. Alright well. Here goes. Let's see. I guess I should start by saying that I shouldn't be proud of what I did. I know I should feel bad. That I should feel sorry. But in all honesty I won't be apologizing. Because I don't feel like I did anything wrong. Proceed to the description of the victim.". Fine but...
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The Writer's Block: February 2013
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Qui scribit bis legit. Friday, February 22, 2013. What Time Is This. What time is it? Time to run out and find the second hands. Does it even matter that we are waking a line. Counting down on a timer. If only I was talking about life and not something so much more painful. Because annuals bloom annually. And taxes ruin each April flower. While the grains of sand keep dancing down. And some things die too quickly now. What year is it? It feels like its been 1969 for far too long. And fall into the floor.
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A season of change: Shoes, Sushi, and Butterscotch Pie!
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A season of change. Something big is happening all around us. Wednesday, October 8, 2008. Shoes, Sushi, and Butterscotch Pie! My last blog was basically just a rant, and after I wrote it, I really didn't think about it anymore. And today I realized that I didn't write about anything happy that happened on my birthday! So this is what happened. I thought it was really funny until I didn't get any :( However, I made up for it at Red Robin! Nicole B. was having a little celebration there for. October 8, 200...
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A season of change: Air Maisy
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A season of change. Something big is happening all around us. Monday, October 20, 2008. I was minding my own business, just making oatmeal as I should, when my eyes were drawn down to the floor. What I saw was just an ordinary red beach ball. It wasn't very big, about the size of a small cantaloupe. I'd seen it a million times before. And how much I loved it. Maybe that's why I noticed the ball. This is the result. 1) Sit on the floor and call Maisy over. 3) Clean her sticky chin. 5) Show her the ball.
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A season of change: September 2008
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A season of change. Something big is happening all around us. Tuesday, September 23, 2008. So when the $50 gift certificates arrived for me and Paige, I thought it was a good present and I was happy about it! The insurance agent had wanted to make sure we were aware. Of course we were. NOT. Well, thanks dad! If something happens to you, there is no insurance money, but at least we'll have $50 to Nordstrom! But it was this morning that was the real shocker! Friday, September 5, 2008. Today I came to a rev...
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The Writer's Block: October 2013
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Qui scribit bis legit. Monday, October 14, 2013. A Review of Neil Gaiman's "The Ocean at the End of the Lane". A Review of Neil Gaiman's. The Ocean at the End of the Lane". And then he decided to write a short story- that became a novel- called "The Ocean at the End of the Lane". At face value it is the story of a memory. A memory that has been lost and is then regained. A memory of childhood horrors, of broken promises, and of magic. It is the memory of a child. Told by a man. And th...Children see more...
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A season of change: My Surprise
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A season of change. Something big is happening all around us. Tuesday, September 23, 2008. So when the $50 gift certificates arrived for me and Paige, I thought it was a good present and I was happy about it! The insurance agent had wanted to make sure we were aware. Of course we were. NOT. Well, thanks dad! If something happens to you, there is no insurance money, but at least we'll have $50 to Nordstrom! But it was this morning that was the real shocker! Wow, I'm sorry your birthday went so sour. H...
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The Writer's Block: When the Fog Hangs Over Old London Town
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Qui scribit bis legit. Thursday, November 14, 2013. When the Fog Hangs Over Old London Town. When the Fog Hangs Over Old London Town. The door slammed opened as Louisa ran down the stairs and into the embracing arms of the foggy night. Tears streaked down her face, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Behind her, she heard the heavy footsteps of his boots on the cobblestones. But the thick fog of the night enfolded her deep in its oily arms, and he lost sight of her. Louisa, come back! 8220;Well, you kno...