Tag Archives: Writing

Donkey Years it was Since She Wrote…

In the days beyond recall, I used to write a blog. Humans make plans and the Keebler Elves laugh. It’s been such a very long time ago that I last wrote. I honestly don’t know the last time was. What I do know … Continue reading

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Have You Seen my Mojo?

I’ve lost my blogging mojo. Of late my posts irrevocably suck. No, don’t try to spare my feelings, I know they do. And just as assuredly, I know that I will get my mojo back. I’ve been writing my entire life. … Continue reading

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Bon Appétit et Vive la Révolution!

This may be my last transmission for some time. Maybe even forever. As the opposition forces gain territory, it’s getting harder and harder to find a place to transmit.  It’s only a matter of time before they find our offices. … Continue reading

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How I Made a Fortune with a Fool Idea

It seems to me that my posts often start out with, “I have to admit.”  Not “Once upon a time,” or “It was a dark and stormy night” for me, oh no. Not even “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my … Continue reading

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Never, Ever, Whatever You Do, Answer Your Phone in a Hurricane. Unless Ya Want to Live Some Poetry.

When I was young–a child, an adolescent, and even an adult  in my parents’ household–we could always seek asylum in books.  My mother would hesitate to call us to complete a task if we were reading a book.  My recollection … Continue reading

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Ode to Bloggers Everywhere, to Love, and to Martin Luther King, Jr.

The fact that I woke up with a stomach ache this morning isn’t deterring me from my blog-writing responsibility.  What a trooper!  That my stomach ache has progressed to vomiting and fever can not keep me from fulfilling my destiny … Continue reading

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You Can Pick Your (fill in the blank), but You Can’t Pick Your Family

I am upset. I am anxious. I don’t exactly know what to do to calm myself. Perhaps watching a movie will help. Perhaps the bubble bath I promised myself with the glass of demi-sec. Maybe all combined. Peace.  Peace.  My … Continue reading

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Dear Mommy

You can probably guess what I’m going to say.  I’m going to say that my day has not gone as planned. But that’s okay. A person has to be able to adapt sometimes. Here are the “highlights”: I had the … Continue reading

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Success, More Julie & Julia, OCD, and the Kitchen Sink

I woke up exhausted. Went to bed at around 2 a.m., got up at 8:30 a.m.  Perhaps the grrr squeak grrr squeak grrr squeak of the rock tumbler at approximately 50 revolutions per minute invaded my sleep. I believe I … Continue reading

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Why We Blog, Julie & Julia, and Happy 1.1.2011

I suppose that most bloggers, in their heart of hearts, would love to be the next Julie Powell of the blogging world. Why not? She writes exquisitely. She has a tremendous following. She works as hard on her current writing … Continue reading

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