Tag: living
group name: writing
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February 25, 2008 02:32 AM EST --
The GOOD and BAD of Married Life
Good... You have someone to bring you toilet paper when you need 20 squares instead of one.
Bad... You have only one square of toilet paper when you need . . . more
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May 30, 2008 01:46 PM EDT --
The living room wasn't for children. It was a sanctuary for adults to do adult things like read the New York Times with Bach in the background.
Oh, children were allowed to enter, just not remain. . . . more
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May 30, 2008 11:35 AM EDT --
This Friday, Janet has challenged us to write for 10 minutes about an image and post our results to the Writing Essentials group.
Every morning, Sheila would find . . . 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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November 02, 2007 02:00 PM EDT --
Restless, pacing, measuring out
concrete boundaries
that strain the seams of mortal peace.
Electric storms rage
within cranial confines,
where . . . more
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May 30, 2008 05:33 AM EDT --
Is that your living room? I asked. No reply. It must be, for it seems so like you – calm, artful, sedate. It is full of grace like Tuesday's child, fair of face like Monday's child and . . . more
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March 27, 2008 08:32 AM EDT --
If you thought this was going to be a sweet poem about the beauty of the Midwest, stop reading now. I sometimes forget that everyone doesn't get to experience life as I know . . . more
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February 18, 2008 10:40 AM EST --
Computer love, relationships via modem are not just the wave of the future. These opportunities are here now and every single person should take advantage of possible romance for just a few dollars a . . . more
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November 07, 2007 01:36 PM EST --
My godmother and her husband who both live in Australia are on a road trip here in the US. They scheduled a two and a half day stop here in Arkansas which sadly came to end this morning when they . . . more
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March 28, 2008 09:09 AM EDT --
This is somewhat of an unexpected follow up to my article Living in the Heartland from yesterday. Imagine my surprise when I opened up our local newspaper last night, to this . . . more
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June 25, 2008 02:53 PM EDT --
This is 10 minute fiction based on Wednesday Writing Essential's prompt photo taken by Kathryn Esplin-Oleski. I've never visited Montreal and never had this experience but I do like to travel . . . more
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September 11, 2007 12:04 AM EDT --
I went walking in the park Labor Day weekend and came across this vine-like tree growing into a stone wall. I immediately related with the tree, supported by solid facticity, living . . . more
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July 02, 2008 07:48 PM EDT --
Jacqueline loved her high place a top the dune. She was the only one who climbed up here, who had the whole expanse of the sea and the beach at which to gaze, the magnificent old home in the distance . . . more
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December 30, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
I've heard it dozens of times.
"They'll get their just desserts."
Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. I doubt I'll ever know. As a writer, however, I've always . . . more
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January 27, 2008 10:42 PM EST --
Who would've thought a celeb like Sherwood
would be felled by a bit of toothpick or that I
would find Winesburg, Ohio bookmarked
with a napkin embossed with white bells
. . . more
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August 22, 2007 12:11 PM EDT --
Hey, I'm the luckiest woman alive. I'm spoiled rotten, most of the time. He has stopped getting me flowers every weekend, but that was truly over the top. . . . more
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October 28, 2007 06:02 PM EDT --
A promise in a bottle,
Should it be kept or freed?
I think that depends
On individual . . . more
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February 05, 2008 07:53 PM EST --
The Child of Ice & Fire Who Once Was Me
I sat astride my stationary black motorcycle on the shoulder of a narrow, forest road, with my left leg taking the weight of the . . . more
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June 13, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Sit, stand or walk—I wait.
On the shore, I peer out over gray seas, squinting.
Does he return today? Will he come as the sun fades? Does he return with the day’s new light?
I wait. . . . more
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March 24, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
Oh, lend me your ears as I tell you
A housewife's lament, both sad and true
How her trusty helper passed away
And how her tears fell on that fateful day.
A day like any other, . . . more
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