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yeah write #211 weekly writing challenge is open for nonfiction entries

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Yeah write #211 weekly writing challenge is open for personal essays and mostly true stories. Yeah write #211 weekly writing challenge is open for personal essays and mostly true stories. Mon] 27 Apr 15. It occurred to me that the ability to write is a finite resource. Even switching up projects has left me depleted and unable to keep pulling words out of thin air lately. So what is a writer to do when the writing well is dry? Who’s on fourth? The interview goes live at 12:00 PM EDT. If you’re new ...

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Trees or Convenience? We choose | Householder Yoga

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Turning the Daily Grind into My Devotion. Larr; Frozen Lake. May 12, 2014. Thank God they saved those trees! Fast forward a few months and the trees are still standing on the property. That beautiful spot could have been a small park, a neighborhood gathering spot, a refuge from the eyesore next door but instead, I see a new construction fence go up with a sign reading National Bank coming soon! Again, I am dismayed but cautiously hopeful – they will keep the trees, right? How stupid am I? NOT wealth to ...

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Wilde-eyed | A Life in Words

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A Life in Words. Re-imagining a life through creative memoirs. It’s been said before. It happens to all. Down in that gutter a moment of clarity. All hope’s not lost. We strain to look up. And we begin to climb. Three Cats on Their Own. When in (Left of) Rome. The Kiss That Almost Was. 21 thoughts on “ Wilde-eyed. 04/02/2014 at 10:03 am. Love the heavenly hope in this. 04/07/2014 at 9:11 am. 04/02/2014 at 7:42 am. Wow, nice. I love the hope in this. 04/07/2014 at 9:12 am. 04/02/2014 at 7:30 am. Email (Ad...

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Ego | Trudging Through Fog

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July 29, 2015. She said it again this morning; she tells me every day. I don’t know why you bother. Nothing will come of it. And every day I push back. Reach for one more minute, one more word. Someday I will shut her up. This entry was posted in Microstories. And tagged 42 words. 18 responses to “ Ego. July 29, 2015 at 6:47 pm. I relate to every syllable. July 29, 2015 at 7:14 pm. Or maybe she tells you that so you can prove her wrong again and again. As you do again and again. July 29, 2015 at 7:17 pm.

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Havoc | Trudging Through Fog

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The Lark →. August 5, 2015. The dogs of war are coming. They slipped out behind my words. And are baying at the moon. Who would have guessed the moon. Would be so long in coming? You never heard my words. And now I marshal words. To defend myself; only the moon. Sees the battle coming. I am coming to take my words back from the moon. This entry was posted in Poems. The Lark →. 6 responses to “ Havoc. August 6, 2015 at 5:30 am. August 6, 2015 at 9:12 am. Thank you, Kir! August 6, 2015 at 9:14 am. You don’...

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yeah write #207 weekly writing challenge is open for nonfiction entries

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Yeah write #207 weekly writing challenge is open for personal essays and mostly true stories. Yeah write #207 weekly writing challenge is open for personal essays and mostly true stories. Mon] 30 Mar 15. Be something helpful to my own personal writing, I don’t want to waste the time. I’m sure you’re in the same boat. When I find a resource that seems to more often than not make something click for me, I like to share it. Such was the case with Marion Roach Smith’s website. Email us or find us on Facebook...

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When Life Gives You Lemons – Transforming Mommy

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When Life Gives You Lemons. When Life Gives You Lemons. October 8, 2014. Bull; ( 24. I stand gazing up at the web of peeling paint on the ceiling. The room is closing in on me, and not just because of the paint chips hanging down like stalactites. The industrial grade toilet fit for a rest area bathroom and tile surround needed to be wiped down again. Again. Every. Single. Time. At what point do boys learn to flush and actually pee inside the toilet? Why am I not smelling rose petals? THE CALL IS COMING ...

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A Kind of Love Letter | simtasia

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Exploits in a chaotic life. Skip to primary content. A Kind of Love Letter. January 8, 2014. One morning last fall, I dragged my toddler across the kitchen floor while he gripped fistfuls of my pants he pulled them halfway down my thighs before I peeled him off like a tick. Your underwear is showing again! My Kindergartener yelled helpfully. It was a rough week. Then my parents arrived for a long weekend, and the cacophony only grew, interrupting my jazzy mom routine. Bag of pink headless shrimp,. Floppy...

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I explore the ocean for one of Christa McAuliffe's strands. - Calamity Rae

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August 21, 2016. Provocateur} {poet} {ptsd} .My Myriad Faces. I explore the ocean for one of Christa McAuliffe’s strands. Here, tourists sift sand between toes, not knowing salt makes straw of hair. I’ve always embraced this place though, minus mother’s madness. I lived in a town where I could step out of my house, look up to the sky, and watch rockets launch into space. I don’t know for what more a child full of wonderment could ask. My mother is a school teacher! My mother has a master’s degree, too!