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September 2011 - Posts
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Some day when I get a gig as a speaker at some conference, I'm going to use the shortened version of this title: I Was a $4.84 Prostitute ____. It says so much...how little I would accept for my writing...how conscientious I was about my writing craft, Read More...
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I was recently thinking of one of my favorite outfits when was 11 or 12. I had a cousin who was a professional-level tailor, and she constructed a turquoise Nehru jacket and pair of pants for me. I loved it. Sadly, I could use a Nehru jacket again in Read More...
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drawing/photo by Prof. Jas. Mundie A writer friend of mine, Tammy, recently spoke of "separating the Siamese twins." Someone had shared a story, and we all thought there were two stories embodied in the single piece. Just as it's delicate work to surgically Read More...
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Last night was our twice-monthly writing critique group. I will have to devote another post or two to the great advice I got, but today, I'm going to touch on a few of the uber-important topics we discussed last night. 1. Flatulence. Yes, it's not just Read More...
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Today I had a boxing match with my top. I won a few rounds; my shirt won a few. The officials are still debating who's the winner--they'll get to wear a big fancy belt. If they determine I'm the winner, make my belt spandex, please. I think most women Read More...
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What do the following comments have in common? "What is that you're drinking--cat pee?" "You don't have to pad your comments for me. I want to know if it sucks. Just say--'It sucks' if it does suck." "My cat died...So now, I'm looking for a boyfriend." Read More...
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This is where I was ten years ago--at Griffith Elementary, in Ferguson, Missouri. Ten years ago, I was in a fifth grade classroom. The students had not arrived yet, but even though they would be arriving soon, I could not do any of my normal last-minute Read More...
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Reading Linda O'Connell's post--which was written because we really needed a momentary break from crying ten years ago--prompted me to recall my past dealings with dough. I have so many encounters with bread and rolls and monkey bread and Cinnabons and Read More...
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photo by extrawack My son moved out on his own this summer. He's living 6 hours away, having found a very cool apartment in a very funky building, which is in the middle of a neighborhood full of character and one of the main "characters" is now my boy. Read More...
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