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Juliette Poulter, Human: Wretched Woman
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Thursday, November 19, 2009. As I have said in previous blogs, I think I’m a pretty intelligent woman. Not trying to be arrogant or self-important. I think quickly and always have. One thing (only one thing? Confounds me . for an intelligent woman, why am I so stupid? Nightmare, I say! I am a very ...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: January 2010
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. PHOTO: My dad in the fifties. I call this his 'hep kat' shot. His apartment was so hip and he played in a jazz band. So cool! Any advice on grief? Remember that vow; in sickness and in health? I saw it lived out. I do have to mention here that my mother comes from a fam...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: July 2011
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Monday, July 4, 2011. I couldn’t comprehend, at that young, nubile and virile stage of my life, that I could possibly ever be ill or infirmed. It was something that happened to others. I’ve always considered myself to have a fairly high pain threshold. While going through labour with each...The DVD...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: Liquid Esperanto
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Friday, July 10, 2009. I borrow my title from Steve Turner, a British poet who opened up my eyes to the true purpose of a cuppa (his poem is listed below). Says the host incredulously. No, I'm right thanks." Is the cheerful response. What about a herbal? I've got de-caf.". I know many adults who ha...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: November 2009
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Thursday, November 19, 2009. As I have said in previous blogs, I think I’m a pretty intelligent woman. Not trying to be arrogant or self-important. I think quickly and always have. One thing (only one thing? Confounds me . for an intelligent woman, why am I so stupid? Nightmare, I say! I am a very ...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: A Reluctant Blessing
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Tuesday, February 17, 2009. No, there's not that much room to write in the columns of the visitor's book and I am quietly thankful. So my name and time of arrival just sat there, benignly, in black and white. But he was not asleep. He was awake and alert and overjoyed to see me. I tried to play dow...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: Give Sorrow Words
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. PHOTO: My dad in the fifties. I call this his 'hep kat' shot. His apartment was so hip and he played in a jazz band. So cool! Any advice on grief? Remember that vow; in sickness and in health? I saw it lived out. I do have to mention here that my mother comes from a fam...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: Juliette, Quite Contrary
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Sunday, January 11, 2009. Juliette, Quite Contrary. I am one of four daughters. I am 'Number Three' as my father used to refer to me. He found it easier to number us than go mentally sifting through the four names to chance upon the correct one. I liked the idea that I was different from the others...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: January 2009
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Sunday, January 18, 2009. Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden. 8220;It's okay Mum, I'll only shoot him in the chest.” (This compensation was for my benefit. The alternative in this post-apocalyptic-themed game is head decapitation and excess blood and gore). How times have changed. I remember ̷...
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Juliette Poulter, Human: February 2009
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Juliette Poulter, Human. A transparent jaunt through the life story (not over yet, thank you very much! Of a fellow human. Triumphs, sorrows and an inexplicable love of Gospel music and Danish pickled herring. Tuesday, February 17, 2009. No, there's not that much room to write in the columns of the visitor's book and I am quietly thankful. So my name and time of arrival just sat there, benignly, in black and white. But he was not asleep. He was awake and alert and overjoyed to see me. I tried to play dow...