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Single, Smiling and Broke: May 2011
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. Word of new job ruins Mother's Day. I ruined Mother’s Day last weekend. After three years of living at home, I announced that I was leaving Epsom. And The Daily Dispatch. 8220;I think I’m going to apply,” I told my boss, Deborah Tuck. “What’s the company procedure for doing this? James Edwards was on the phone when I flung the form onto his desk and scurried away with, “See you later! 8220;Well R...
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Single, Smiling and Broke: Smooth moves mark Saturday night at Epsom Country Club
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. Smooth moves mark Saturday night at Epsom Country Club. There’s a dance hall hidden down a dirt path in these parts. Landmarked by a flashing road-front sign, this southern Vance County clubhouse is a converging spot for couples and singles alike. Its white washed walls are crowned with a green tin roof. And on Saturday nights, its wooden dance floor is graced with slick dance shoes. Now, “the...
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Single, Smiling and Broke: October 2010
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. Lipstick and envy add color to my sister's bridal shower. Southern bridal showers are community convergences filled with finger-food buffet lines and pre-marriage gift-giveaways. These pre-nup parties are as customary as a Southern woman’s relationship with her lipstick. 8220;Where’s your lipstick? 8220;I’m wearing it,” I groaned, bracing for the all-too-familiar approaching battle. 8220;Much better...
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Single, Smiling and Broke: May 2010
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. Audience to a seldom spoken story. Months ago, I received a phone call from a local veteran who suggested a column featuring our American heroes - those soldiers who faced war's battlefields to never return home - or those whose return was marked by the scars of lost limbs and paralysis. . What do you think about when you know you're going to die? The local veteran asked during our conversation, re...
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Single, Smiling and Broke: A moment's whim leads to a weekend on the road again
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. A moment's whim leads to a weekend on the road again. I took a road trip last weekend — the spontaneous type that throws caution to the wind and is planned on a moment’s whim. I credit my best friend Kris for this impromptu getaway, a trek into the Virginia wilderness that was devised in an hour’s time. Her weekend proposition came by way of a text message that Friday afternoon. Now, Mama and Daddy ...
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Single, Smiling and Broke: July 2010
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Single, Smiling and Broke. The chronicled witticisms, gaffes, and other such laughs of an aspiring writer. A new meaning to the term "food fight". Perhaps it was the Dairy Queen ice cream cake, with its crunchy dark chocolate cookie filling encased in creamy layers of ice cream and covered in a sweet concoction of whipped frosting? Or maybe it was the homemade strawberry cake, which crumbled into pink fluffed flakes at the touch of my fork? 8220;I’ve joined Weight Watchers,” Sister said, step...Sister...
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brattling bricbracks
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Friday, September 25, 2009. A sad nightmare, getting weepy now. aprevious holiday, artfully seeping sabotage. winds roar hidden in an sheltered spot, a grass sleeping horizontally, living in the seventh day of fall, halloween looming phosphorescent. Want to feel how it feels? What is a chiyo? You woke up yesterday morning. You just don't know it yet. The great smoking mountain. A sad nightmare, getting weepy now. aprevious holi. Misery is a song. View my complete profile.
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brattling bricbracks: May 2010
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Want to feel how it feels? What is a chiyo? You woke up yesterday morning. You just don't know it yet. The great smoking mountain. I am giving admission that several circumstances t. View my complete profile.
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All Poems by Title. Open Mic and Workshop Readings. Prose – Memoir Fragments. Stones in the river. Just another WordPress.com weblog. Http:/ www.pwriting.org/. LINDA TRICHTER METCALF, Ph.D. TOBIN SIMON, Ph.D. Http:/ www.amherstwriters.com/. Amerherst Artists and Writers with. I http:/ www.sebastianmatthews.com/old site/author.shtml. In My Father’s Footsteps by Sebastian Matthews. Http:/ ebooks.ebookmall.com/ebook/191501-ebook.htm. Novel: The Sawdust Pile by Don Mobley Adams. But their voices startled me.
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Poetic Bloomings | Jpenstroke's Blog
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All Poems by Title. Open Mic and Workshop Readings. Prose – Memoir Fragments. Stones in the river. Just another WordPress.com weblog. What I Enjoyed In January for Poetic Bloomings. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.