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Love to Do
October 17, 2014 11:37AM
- Is that a pot of Duck Heads
boiling on the stove?
October 10, 2014 12:15AM
- Stories I wish I'd seen.
Delia’s OC: Speak to us of
October 07, 2014 04:58PM
- Speaking courageously. Delia's
OC: "Speak to us of Courage"
October 05, 2014 02:04PM
- Days like this
September 28, 2014 12:37AM
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thought this line could apply
anything that applies
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made homemade vegetable soup,
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got your laptop back.”
- “Shame on you for scaring
a little chicken with your
story. Fortunately, I
- “I loves me some puppy
pics and these were plentiful
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This is a somewhat cleaned up repost from 2010. It's a reflection on some unpleasant, but hilariously funny events, from not so long ago.
Remember I don't write fiction, I have crazy to work through. Enjoy some of my crazy...
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I have been thinking about what I thought I’d see in response to Delia Yeager’s Open Call “Speak to us of Courage.” I was a little surprised there were no posts about someone gay coming out to their religious family, or someone who had an interracial marriage who told a racist… Read full post »
I’d like to thank Delia Yeager for her Open Call “Speak to us of Courage.” Courage is something I’m all too familiar with. It has not been my own choice to have opportunities to be brave, except that the other choice was either to remain in suffering or to die.
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Days like this remind me of home, and bring back clear memories of misty mountains that tower mystically above a sea of fog. A morning sky that’s grey and drizzling, turning dry lawns and shrubs a thousand shades of brilliant green. Leaves in gold and orange are not yet a… Read full post »
Remember when we called them Policemen as if it was one word? Back when you were little and they were imposing figures to be feared in your life. Or maybe that wasn’t the image your parents created for you. Anyway, the police officer was one of the good guys… Read full post »
A longtime OS friend resurrected a long ago PM I sent him and put it in a fb comment. In the PM, I was responding to his compliments on my writing, and also explaining why I didn’t want to improve my writing or take it up as a profession. In reading… Read full post »
During The Great OS Account Deletion of 2013 I lost my secret (not allowed under TOS) avatar L'Heure Bleue 2. I wrote and asked to have it restored but I didn't know the correct email address and this account was restored (again). Sigh, R.I.P. Bleue 2 and whatever sorrows you wrote… Read full post »
It's been a rough few weeks. Again, I'm forcing myself to not detach from everyone. I started reading a novel my mom had when all I had left was two heavy books. The character had a loving supportive family when her crisis occured. Seriously? I couldn't get the one where the… Read full post »
I missed my 4 year OS Anniversary but with good reason, little Kamal was here for almost a week while her parents were in Vegas. I left my first comment on July 29, 2009 and have no idea how long I was lurking before I registered but the reading was… Read full post »
Sometimes, like on Monday sitting outside The Paper Cottage, I see a couple walking, heads tilted toward each other while they talk, and I remember when we used to talk while walking. Like best friends. Then as their arms were gently swinging, I saw him take her hand without looking down,… Read full post »
Some words have useful as well as toxic meanings, they’re not dirty words but in some minds the word labels another as inferior and that’s dirty. Some of them become so dirty that I've heard people say “I don’t want to call myself a …” because we have been… Read full post »
Last September I pried myself out of my lovely little nest and moved in with mom. She refused to take the master suite after dad died and stayed in her own rooms. We may be rattling around in this big place and I have plenty of room, but still, I am… Read full post »
Frank, your response to me on Kate's post was particularly filthy. I refuse to let you shame me or blame me, I am not the perp here. You are a perp here, by what you wrote, you damage those who are not yet survivors. You help keep victims of abuse as… Read full post »
Last summer I needed to heal a broken heart and work through feelings that came up during my father's final illness and death. So I took an art class at the local Senior Center. I didn't know I needed to bring supplies. It wasn't a formal instruction, more of a… Read full post »
I lost my father five decades ago. I vaguely remember a man who seemed to love me very much. I have memories of him dancing with me, my right arm extended with small legs dangling as he sang songs in English, French and Italian. He used to make up stories… Read full post »
I wrote this almost two years ago and each comment was incredibly pleasing to me. People are remarkable and fascinating to me. Often I wonder if we all even see the same colors. Does food taste the same to us all and if so, shouldn't I like eggplant? I've never met… Read full post »
“We should do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of… Read full post »
I know what a lot of things feel like, feelings I wish I didn’t know. I know what it feels like to be suicidal. I know what it feels like to build up the resolve and feel the relief of thinking I was killing myself. I know what it feels like… Read full post »
La cage aux folles literally translates into the cage of madwomen, but commonly it means birds of a feather. This is a true story of crazy parakeets in one cage.
Long ago, when I was a bride in southern Minnesota I decided livestock, chickens, cats and dogs… Read full post »
My spirit has been rescued, saved by being truly loved. I haven't been this happy in a relationship in over a decade. This is Grace...
Grace was found wandering the streets of Sacramento, pregnant and alone. I have no idea what happened to her pups, she was sent by… Read full post »
Mrs. Scorpio and her husband invited mama and I to the Fair, much to my delight mama said yes. Forget your visions of what everyone does at the fair, since my nest emptied I have the luxury of doing what I want to do. We spent the first… Read full post »
I'm overly fond of Post-It's and many are posted about my house with messages to me. They're only the modern version of the scraps of paper I used to tape up. Mini prompts everywhere. Words from friends, books, and now, people on OS. Words to comfort, guide or make… Read full post »
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