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Please stop by and say, “Hello,” if you read my words. You make my day.
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Isn’t it sad that most of us begin the day with a lie?
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Think Marilyn Monroe and the subway grate…
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You were flying…you didn’t need to fly into the rose bushes but you did fly.
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“The mighty being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder, everlastingly.” Wordsworth
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I will never be mother, sister, friend, or decent human of the year because of stupid Christmas cards.
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I Can’t Sleep
I Can’t Sleep written by: Devonne Brown @athesaurus1 I think. I thought. I have thoughts and prayers about this. I’m not brave. I can’t sleep over … I Can’t Sleep Read more
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The Invitation
Mania is an expensive disease of unspeakable joy. I missed a day of school and missed professional development trauma training with personal trauma self-care/ My world rocked. I took a sick day, ended up taking two without a fever. Sickness doesn’t always come with high temperatures, sometimes it looks like notions and I took one Read more
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In the Time of the Sonnets…progress report:
On the basic plot diagram, I’m midway on the rising action, maybe not in order. I’m happy with the lot I’ve written and marked completed. Spoiler alert, I wrote the climax already. I couldn’t help myself, it had to be done before I could write another word or make a cup of coffee. I’m juggling Read more
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My Wedding Dress
I bought the perfect shoes to wear to my niece’s wedding. They were black leather with an inch and a half kitten heel. Just above the heel was a gold plate that made me glisten when I walked. But I didn’t have a dress, so I made one. I haven’t done any real sewing, not Read more
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In the Time of the Sonnets
I’ve been writing a novel with the working title, “In the Time of the Sonnets.” Without giving anything away at all, it’s got Shakespeare, giants, messengers, and kings in it. Of course there will be a witch here or there, but that’s beside the point. I’m heavy into the rising action and I’m already surprised Read more
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Van Gogh Epiphany
When you start reading to your kids, you do it because you want them to learn to read. Then this happens. My first born read a passage from a book about Vincent Van Gogh having a “cafe moment,” when Van Gogh’s experience, memory, talent, time, and place all converged into one glorious period of creativity Read more
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Please stop by and say, “Hello,” if you read my words. You make my day.
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Isn’t it sad that most of us begin the day with a lie?
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Think Marilyn Monroe and the subway grate…
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You were flying…you didn’t need to fly into the rose bushes but you did fly.
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“The mighty being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder, everlastingly.” Wordsworth
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I will never be mother, sister, friend, or decent human of the year because of stupid Christmas cards.
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Rum Punch
I didn’t need to drink, didn’t want to end up a human popsicle on the interstate somewhere between here and home.
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Yutori
Shimmering lights were ahead of him.
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January 6
In a flash of inspiration, Cynthia decided to celebrate the Feast of the Epiphany. She’d had a vision of the three wise men giving their gifts to the Christ child and decided it would be fun to have a small Christmas today. She was sure to get an eye roll from her kids. That’s what…
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Time is a bootlegged curse
Who would have thought a six year old would put a curse on a toybox, but he did. Ian wrote “This toybox is cursed” on the lid of a round cheese wheel box in permanent black marker. He’d given warning, especially to his brother Nick, to leave his stuff alone. Time is a bootlegged curse.…
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The Last Goodbye
Jill set up the tea table for her and Alan. It was the most romantic spot she had ever seen. It was stupid to put it in a field of perfect spheres of ripe round seeds, ready to blow away at the slightest breeze. Nothing stays the same. It wasn’t windy, maybe it would last…
Devonne Brown 