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sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.23.2013
  January 23   Frankie       “Why do I expect new leaves to grow on dead sticks?”  I pleaded to my sponsor. “Is that a ‘why do fools fall in love’, question?” she retorted. “Oh, I suppose it is.  I was doing so well having a ‘listen only’ relationship with someone...
vicki-nikolaidis's picture
Jul.31.2012
 Dear K, Hello and virtual kisses to you! I am baking in the summer heat. I know how muffins must feel baking in the oven.  I am working on my new radio/podcast show. It will be available on iTunes. I am feeling nervous so am sending support at BlogTalkRadio lots of questions. I've...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.24.2012
  January 24   COMPOST       Looking at the bins, the stages of decomposition remind me of my disease, the stinking garbage I came in with.  I have learned to work my program the same way I learned to tend my pile: personal experience, advice, watching and smelling the...
Stephaniesuesansmith's picture
Jan.21.2011
I believe I have come up with a solution to the energy crisis.  We should harness the energy of a litter of puppies.  As I write, I have six in all matter of whirling dervish activities.  They dash off together and apart, wrestling, tugging, climbing, and playing in other ways.  Then, all at once,...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.23.2010
January 23   Frankie     “Why do I expect new leaves to grow on dead sticks?”  I pleaded to my sponsor. “Is that a ‘why do fools fall in love’, question?” she retorted. “Oh, I suppose it is.  I was doing so well having a ‘listen only’ relationship with someone then she asked why I don’t tell her my...