Golden strands of hair
tangled among the branches
was their only clue.
Author: Ergo, the Ogre
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Book Give-Away
A Kof with no Name
We are in a quandary. I’ve created several images of the Hebrew letter Kof for a SlideShare presentation on Stephen Fuchs’ website, rabbifuchs.com. All the Kofs have names but one. Number 10 is nameless.
This simply will not do.
So, we are calling upon you to…name that Kof!
Here’s how to participate:
1. Go to http://www.rabbifuchs.com/the-art-of-kof.html- Scroll down the page until you see the SlideShare Presentation entitled “Kof Art”. As you click through the slideshow, hopefully you will become inspired and come up with a name for #10
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Submit your entries to susanwritesprecise@gmail.com
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The winning entry will receive a free, signed copy of “Why the Kof?” Getting the Best of Rabbi Fuchs.”
But wait! There’s more:
The winning entry will also receive a free, signed, copy of “Gutter Ball: A Collection of Short Stories” by me, Susan Marie Shuman.
The contest will run for one week; ending on June 6, at 9:00pm. Enter as often as you like.
The winner will be announced on June 7th.Good luck!
This is a Kof Share this:
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Out of Bounds
I was always on your side,
taking-up for you—
right or wrong.
We were a team.
Then, I found out about
your secret draft choice
Illegal Touching
Interference
Out of Bounds
Now it’s all about Team Susan.
Still wanna play ball?
Andrea Fogle Share this:
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Rappin’ It
My homeboyz call me a fanatic
Cause when I see that girl it’s automatic
I get ecstatic; act all erratic
Like a jammed-up semiautomatic.
I ain’t nothin’ but that baby girl’s addict.
Now I’m off to swim the Adriatic
In hopes she’ll find me charismatic.
If not, it’s gonna be traumatic
Cause I’m dramatic—can’t be pragmatic
When her perfume, it smells so aromatic—
I get fanatic…
Courtesy of livingwithballs.com Share this:
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Vivian
My mother’s name was Vivian.
She was born at home in Bridgewater, South Dakota in 1919–two days after Christmas. The name Vivian means “lively” which is ironic since she appeared to be stillborn. The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. My mom was blue and lifeless. Assuming there was no hope, her oldest sister, Anne put Mom on the kitchen counter; out-of-the-way. A few moments later another of mom’s eleven siblings, my Aunt Idie, saw some movement; Vivian was alive!
And all was right with the world.
Mom led an interesting and colorful life. She was drop-dead gorgeous and lived for the moment. She had a lot of fun, as well as her share of tears. She never found her very own Mr. Right, but had a blast looking for him.
My mom was my best friend. She saw me through some of the most difficult times of my life, and never gave up. Even in the bleakest hours, she remained my personal cheerleader.
She died in her sleep, in May 28, 2004.
All will never me right with my world again.
- 1990, Boulder, CO
- 1940s Chicago
- Fox Lake, IL
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