Ruminations
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I almost called you today when a song came on the radio that reminded me of the “us” in my mind’s eye; the us that lives exclusively and forever in my heart then I remembered (how could I forget?) you don’t care like I do and that you don’t think of me “that way” and
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The other day I was looking for something to read—something to hold in my hands rather than read from a screen. I wanted to touch the pages and feel the words on paper. I wanted an old-fashioned book. Do you ever miss the feel of holding a writer’s creativity in your very hands, knowing as a writer the
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So far from home and everything familiar. this is the freedom I thought I wanted. who knew being on my own means real adulting?
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I lose things. Often. Later, find them in the oddest and most illogical of places. For example, just this morning there was my bra, in all its padded glory, shoved into my purse. Apparently, I’d put it there last night, but why? I would kill to learn the thought process behind that move. No one
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There are days when I feel like a crash test dummy that should have been retired before its last simulated head-on collision. As I try to tap into my creativity, my imagination smacks the windshield repeatedly. Yet, the urgency to write remains. So, in an attempt to eradicate my writer’s block, here are ten things I
Ergo, the Ogre 