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Every Day I Write The Book: November 2011
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Every Day I Write The Book. Saturday, November 26, 2011. I Am Trying To Like Christmas. I Really Am. Christmas Lights, Bokeh. A photo by Phoney Nickle. I can't remember the last time I liked Christmas, but I know that I did once upon a time. But in my recent memory, Christmas has been something that I have merely managed to get through. Every year, I try to like Christmas, but I can't no matter what I do. Sorry everyone. I'm a lousy American.or something. Let's examine and look backwards. Back further...
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Every Day I Write The Book: So, I Have These Weird Dreams
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Every Day I Write The Book. Friday, December 2, 2011. So, I Have These Weird Dreams. A photo by Nevin. And occasionally I write them down. I was just going through an old blog to find a poem I wrote about my brother (I will be posting that next) and I stumbled across a post about one of my weird dreams. He stuttered and said that he was married though and he reminded me of the hot-but-not-my-boyfriend guy that I had boarded the plane with and suggested maybe it was inappropriate for us to interact this w...
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Every Day I Write The Book: January 2012
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Every Day I Write The Book. Wednesday, January 25, 2012. A photo by Will Clayton. We begin life mourning. We're thrust into a cold, harshly-lit room, screaming and helpless, no longer weightless and suddenly responsible for our own respiration. We lose our secure quarters- our comfy situation- and straight away, we instinctively try to mitigate the loss. We root and we suckle; we cry until we're soothed. My nephew's face at a certain angle; a nightmare; a dedication run. Links to this post. End of the day.
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Every Day I Write The Book: My Poem For My Brother
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Every Day I Write The Book. Friday, December 2, 2011. My Poem For My Brother. A photo by bryanwright5@gmail.com. Okay, so I REALLY hate sharing my poetry because I always think it sucks, but I was inspired to share this when I read Michael Lassell's How To Watch Your Brother Die. Today Here is something I wrote the morning my brother died. It's okay", I told him. I want to be scared.". And I meant to hear him read aloud. Poe, you know? The Raven and Lenore. Not a 43-year-year-old never more. Raw and wise...
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Every Day I Write The Book: September 2012
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Every Day I Write The Book. Sunday, September 23, 2012. A photo by Joana Roja - working long hours, mostly away. 8220;What happened before this? 8220;I was sleeping! I woke up like this! 8220;No, what happened in the days leading up to today? Was there anything that stood out? 8220;Look, don't worry. Don't freak out, okay? 8220;I—”. 8220;You're going to be fine. Just promise me—you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. Can you promise me that? 8220;I promise.”. Links to this post. Who Loves Me Baby?
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Every Day I Write The Book: December 2011
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Every Day I Write The Book. Monday, December 5, 2011. Phoning It In (More Old Poetry): Shaken. On the way to Mt Adams, sunset view of Mt St Helens. A photo by brewbooks. Since I didn't get rotten tomatoes thrown at me last Friday for posting the poem I wrote for my brother, and I'm super busy these days, I'll share another old poem. I cannot gauge the distance. Between St. Helens and Augusta. Not since the time. We were in both places at once. Our every tremor seismic. I can still feel the aftershocks.
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The Fat and the Skinny: April 2015
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The Fat and the Skinny. Defining wellness with paradigms as ancient as creation and as modern as today. Links for Serious Activists. Saturday, April 18, 2015. FAT WARP ESSAYS # 3 PART II. I was never Obese level II, I was Obese level I. But I understand what it is to exceed one's body's scope, chained to overweening appetite, oblivion of self, dualities, depression, abandonment of identity. HAUNTED BY RECOLLECTIONS OF OBESITY. Posted by Carole Di Tosti. Links to this post. Friday, April 17, 2015. My cous...
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Thoughts, Tips and Marketing Techniques for Attorneys and Law Firms. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Words, words, words. — Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2. Author Archives: Mark Merenda. May 24, 2016. The Arcadian – 12 Feb 1948. Full Military rites were held last Sunday for Tomlinson Recie Russ, 24, of Myakka City, an Army sergeant who was killed in action at St. Lo, France, on July 30, 1944. My First Business Card I think. April 12, 2016. There’s a tradition on Facebook of Throw Back T...
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