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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Just Friends
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. Your hand on the small of my back. Pulled me into your embrace. A good-bye hug between friends. Good seeing you again," you said. Your body pressed fully against mine. It learned my secrets; traced my valleys. A veil of modesty;. Layers of material pressed vapor thin kept us divided. Never before so aware of how. An eternity passed in seconds,. Encompassed in your arms; you in mine. This must be what home feels like. Was it just me? Or, did you feel our connection. Writer, Arti...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Time's a Wastin'
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. Well, guess what? I did it again. Although I was warned, and told, and reminded that last night at 2am we would experience the twice-a-year phenomenon that is Daylight Savings Time. Oh, I was prepared. I'd popped the corn and put the sodas on ice. And, I slept right through it. I swear, next time I'm gonna have to set my alarm. Enjoy and In Joy. Irreverent thoughts of) Sandra Miller Linhart. Slept right through it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pass the popcorn, please!
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: August 2014
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. By Sandra Miller Linhart. Irreverent thoughts of) Sandra Miller Linhart. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pass the popcorn, please! Mixed up - my ant's mysteries. I wish I'd have said that. What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.". Henry S. Haskins. Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.". It is never too late to be what you might have been.". Zanna, aka...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: That Socks!
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. I hate folding socks. If I had a million dollars, I'd pay someone to match, fold and put away the socks of this household. I cannot remember a time when I didn't have a laundry basket full of socks awaiting a gentle hand to sort and pair them together. a kind of 'match.com' for foot mittens. Maybe when I was two and sock-folding task belonged to my mother. Do you know how many socks a household of six females can accumulate? What kind of person would that make me? Too bad the l...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Sonnet XVIII
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. Enjoy and In Joy. Irreverent thoughts of) Sandra Miller Linhart. My heart is yours. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pass the popcorn, please! Mixed up - my ant's mysteries. I wish I'd have said that. What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.". Henry S. Haskins. Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.". It is never too late to be what you might have been.". Zanna, aka)...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down. I pondered giving the little ones their umbrellas as it looked like rain outside this morning. It reminded me of an incident years ago involving my #3 daughter - who is now almost 21. Well, in reality, it involved all three older daughters. Allow me to reminisce:. My children learned a hard lesson that day - a lesson I don't deem as a true or fair one, but a lesson in humility all the same:. Choosing something functional wasn't Peaches...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Don't Label Me
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. I am pleased and proud to announce my new picture book, Don't Label Me. The artwork is amazing, too. Enjoy and In Joy. Irreverent thoughts of) Sandra Miller Linhart. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pass the popcorn, please! Mixed up - my ant's mysteries. I wish I'd have said that. What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.". Henry S. Haskins. It is never too late to be what you might have been.". Nee: Mary Anne Evans. Zanna...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Frustration
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. I wrap my fingers around you. I've longed for the feel of you in my hands; your hardness pleases me. I caress you while I imagine the heights you'll take me. I slide you in. I slide you out, ever. so. slowly. I position you. I pause. My heart beats a bit faster. My breath catches. I bite my lip. I'm not quite ready. It's been a while. Slower. we have time. I slide you in, and hold you there. The seconds pass. I sense your energy - our potential. I slide you out. Pass the popcor...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: Parts is parts...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. My sister had what she considered a strange experience today. I don’t think it was so strange. Strangely, she felt accosted by this dehumanization of the female body – so much in fact, she almost lost her lunch. Thank God she hadn’t eaten yet. She expressed her feelings to me in a phone call. I wonder what a man would say if it were his daughter parading in front of the camera for his sexual pleasure. Are you proud of me now? When our young women are demonstrating wild girl-on-...
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman: June 2014
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Diary of an Unkempt Woman. I wrap my fingers around you. I've longed for the feel of you in my hands; your hardness pleases me. I caress you while I imagine the heights you'll take me. I slide you in. I slide you out, ever. so. slowly. I position you. I pause. My heart beats a bit faster. My breath catches. I bite my lip. I'm not quite ready. It's been a while. Slower. we have time. I slide you in, and hold you there. The seconds pass. I sense your energy - our potential. I slide you out. I wish I'd have...
