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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: 2007-05-27
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31 May 2007 - Editor's Note. Food for thought, the pen is mightier than the sword, but only if you know how to write. I have yet to meet a worthy opponent. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Writers Juggling Plates and Pilates. We're a cluster of virtual strangers with a passion for the pen and happen to have Internet access. Want to join? Writers Juggling Plates and Pilates. We're a cluster of virtual strangers with a passion for the pen and happen to have Internet access. Want to join? Cool Places to Go.
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: Why I Write
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Okay, so I’m the one who said that writing is like throwing up to me. I always feel better after I do it. I was kinda proud of myself for answering to a topic in a quick and witty way – not too much thought, no long-winded explanation….my usual rantings and observations go on and on to the point of being beaten to death……. Wouldn’t ya know, I couldn’t leave it at that. Here I go again……. SO then, why do I continue to do it? That is the question of the hour. 08 August, 2007. We're a cluster of virtual str...
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: 2007-06-03
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Subject - On Writing. What makes you want to write? I was going to live in Wrigleyville and have this remarkable career…….I was going to matter – make my mark in the world……. So then who am I? I love life so much sometimes…it hurts. That’s why I am sooo not the one you call when you have serious problems. I’m good for a laugh and a hug, but I am a child and don’t like life’s real challenges. They scare me and anger me. I needed a new setting. Ya think? I had to get out……. Who do I wish I were? I have no ...
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: 2007-06-10
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He used to come in my room to read me a story every night until I was twelve. He would create different voices for the characters, dramatically read page after page of children’s lit that was on my pink painted bookshelf. After getting out the sewing machine, my mom taught me and let me help make my curtains—they were white and pink and I was proud that I took part in the designing of this room. This is when I started closing the drapes on the canopy and pretending to be asleep whenever he came in to rea...
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: 2007-05-13
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Who am I and who do I want to be? Ok maybe my hair -n - weight :) I am also the person who today cannot believe she says all things that sound so preachy cause it ain't so cool. Thank you for allowing me to share these thoughts, these have been a great outlet for me and I am really enjoying reading all of your comments and thoughts and stories. All of us are very talented I must say :) Ciao for now. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Writers Juggling Plates and Pilates. Writers Juggling Plates and Pilates.
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: Disillusioned
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Evil Twin has taken over. Never sorry when he's gone. Always worry what will fire you. Bring me down, you bring me down. Think the world is out to break you. Angry boy that has no trust. Haters only breed more hatred. Bring me down, you bring me down. Tally up the grave mis-doings. He said she said fuck you too. Wonder what we've left unspoken? Bring me down, you bring me down. Make a list of all your allies. I was one but now I'm gone. Gotta roll to greener grasses. Bring me down, you bring me down.
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: What is Your Most Prized Possession?
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What is Your Most Prized Possession? But I’m not. But like I said, lives and memories cannot be bought and sold and we are looking for a piece of property that we will not part with and has special meaning in the grand scheme of things. If it came right down to it, I would be forced to cut the left arm off of both me and my husband and take the watches and wedding rings. But if I didn’t have the rings or watch, I think next on my list would be a glass jar of Carmex. 20 September, 2007. 22 September, 2007.
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: A Problem
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A problem is like a pimple. Your chin hurts and you know there is something down there getting ready to explode. You squeeze it and pinch it and nothing comes out, but it hurts. The next day it is red and there is a white fluff on top of it- should you cover it up or squeeze the white goo out of your face? Of course you prick it with a pin and extract the dirty zit, but then it starts to bleed. You can't put concealer on a bleeding zit so you have to pretend its not there and work around it. Who do you t...
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: Anonymous Poem for Girlfriends
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Anonymous Poem for Girlfriends. A POEM ABOUT OUR GIRLFRIENDS. Someone will always be prettier. Some will always be smarter. Some of their houses will be bigger. Some will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school. And their husband will fix more things around the house. So let it go,and love you and your circumstances. The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. I am nothing.". Love who you are.
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Writers Juggling Plates & Pilates: Souvenir Kept
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Those are multiple souvenirs, a collection, if you will, so they don’t count. If I had to choose a single object, it would have to be five carat canary diamond ring with an unusual story that explains it. Back in the day, I wasn’t a big fan of Las Vegas and had only gone a few times. One night a friend called and said we were taking the red-eye and to pack some sexy clothes—he was going to show me the town. I put my hand on my ring finer and watched it shine and sparkle. But sometimes I do smile at the t...
