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Memories to be Shared
Quotes that I printed off of Facebook…meaningful song lyrics…predictions for the future from fortune cookies…These are a few of the types of things I have adhered to the pages of my “smash book”. I love collecting little mementos from places, events, and times in my life that are special. In fact, ever since I was… →
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In the Last Three Minutes…
I’m a news junkie. I love watching the news. That is to say, I only like watching the local news on one particular station. I don’t necessarily like watching MSNBC or CNN, so when I come home from work in the afternoon, I have a set schedule of news that I watch. The local news… →
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Avoiding Facebook on Fathers Day
A moment ago, my phone rang. A number I didn’t recognize came up, but the location was familiar. There’s only one person that I know who lives in Michigan and this call had to be from him, my father. Either my heart leaped or my stomach sank, I can’t tell which. A strong emotion was… →
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Why I Don’t Blog About Knitting…
I tried to explain to my husband what my blog was about. This was after I made the decision to even tell him that I was writing a blog. In doing my best to keep my anonymity, I still wanted to share my writing with the one person I love the most. He asked me… →
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Is it summer yet?
Being a teacher is something that I’ve always wanted to do. There is no question in my mind that I was meant to be a teacher and when it’s time, I will retire as a teacher. Politics, standardized testing, teacher pay…all of those issues have caused a lot of people to change careers. I must… →
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Dreaming of Grandpa
There was a time in my life when my choice of reading material focused on the paranormal. Many books about hauntings and dream decoding graced the shelves of my bookcase. The medicine I take on a nightly basis has always put me into a deep sleep and every night I have lengthy, vivid dreams that I… →
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The Best Medicine
There is a great distance that exists between my family and I. This distance is not purely physical. But it is perhaps the physical distance that has increased the silence amongst my sisters and myself. I don’t find it difficult to talk to my mother on the phone at least once a week. She is… →
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The dreaded Monday…and celebrities
My mind can be funny at times. Not in the way that I can tell a joke or say something witty, I leave that to my husband. It’s more funny in that I’m always thinking, sometimes deeply, but often in a stream of consciousness kind of way. Sitting in the passenger seat while my husband… →
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The Beginning
“I’m sorry you can’t sleep,” he says as I escape our bedroom to come sit in silence on the couch. Fighting against a powerful combination of pills prescribed for my mental health, I am accompanied by Faye. Loyal though she is, even this late night writing session must be confusing to her. Joey, the aloof… →