Tag: family
group name: writing
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June 01, 2007 02:29 PM EDT --
His name was Tim. He was the youngest of three brothers. All who were alcoholic, all who were wanting control, all who were in public service and all who did not know how to take care of themselves. . . . more
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August 04, 2007 10:00 AM EDT --
I overslept this morning. And it was lovely.
Usually, on Saturday mornings, . . . more
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August 23, 2007 05:08 PM EDT --
Long before I became a mother, I had outlined in my head exactly what kind of parent I would be. Patient, but not a pushover. Open-minded unless safety was an issue. And practical. . . . more
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July 25, 2007 01:36 AM EDT --
As a child I got sick rather often between horrid allergies and illnesses being passed around school. The illness was never the common cold or the flu, it was always a massive drama to my body. . . . more
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July 21, 2008 01:34 PM EDT --
I raised both my daughters in a very respectful, intelligent, and compassionate environment where all behavior I wished for them to acquire was modeled by myself.
Random acts of kindness have always . . . more
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September 02, 2007 01:04 PM EDT --
They descend without warning
Vultures don't use phones, I guess
Or the Internet either.
They scoop without discrimination
Vultures don't care, I guess
About things or anything else . . . more
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August 04, 2007 10:42 PM EDT --
An old cocktail story tells of a shabbily dressed man walking about a littered path. He stops many times to pick up discarded paper along the way. Each time, onlookers hear the . . . more
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July 25, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
"I suppose it is the trend now," Aunt Sophie says.
Her summoning me to her house came in the middle of the . . . more
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May 30, 2008 09:16 PM EDT --
Garden County vs Redneck County
'This here's the tale of one yard and two distinctly different ideas about what a yard is for.'
When I married my husband I knew he was disorganized. . . . more
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December 30, 2007 08:25 PM EST --
Today is my wedding anniversary so I thought I would take a moment and tell you about our wedding. Those who know me will not be surprised at how it all went down. There is something here for Type A personalities; . . . more
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June 04, 2008 07:45 PM EDT --
Life has been difficult, especially over the last decade, so I often reflect on my childhood, and a lot of what I write stems from my childhood because it was a good time. I hope this piece gives . . . more
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October 05, 2007 02:55 PM EDT --
Forty-nine years ago, around 5 in the evening, our second son was born. (The day was Sunday, instead of Friday.) My husband was hunting. My doctor was playing golf. My mother was on call. She rushed over, . . . more
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August 15, 2007 12:14 PM EDT --
In Sonata NOTE: This is another piece of writing by David Parks, the author of 'God's Living Postcards'. It briefly captures his writing style. I think it's . . . more
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November 23, 2007 12:00 PM EST --
I find them everywhere. Hiding in corners, stuffed under the furniture, even hanging from the light fixtures. Sometimes they are wadded in tight balls, at other times, partially stretched out until they . . . more
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . . more
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December 15, 2007 03:37 AM EST --
Josie was filled with joyful anticipation. She was pregnant. It was a time of preparation! It was a time of great anxiety! Felt as fat as Santa she looked outside the window. Today she was not looking . . . more
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April 15, 2008 09:59 AM EDT --
Ah, music; the sweet sounds which soothe and comfort us! Like comforting smells, strains of familiar and beloved melodies can bring memories vividly back to life. As a woman approaching . . . more
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April 10, 2008 12:23 PM EDT --
Colleen sat in front of her computer. The sun was barely coming into her apartment because the windows were dirty, as neglected as Colleen felt by everyone.
Time to check the email, they were . . . more
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June 15, 2008 03:37 PM EDT --
Eyes closed
Shiver of cold
Valiant heart is beating.
Soothing hands
Familiar scent
Loving voice is speaking.
Warm breeze
Tickles the nose
Open gate is waiting.
Golden sun
. . . more
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