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Nov.20.2008
Loneliness took me on many journeys. Thoreau wrote: "Men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after."
So in the middle of December, after I finished my classes and quit my job, I drove to Colorado with a man I had only known for two weeks and married...
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Nov.19.2008
Can one's love of a candidate create a second-hand amour for one us followers? You betcha!
This post appeared on Huffington Post Living on November 4.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sharon-glassman/was-it-him-or-his-obama_b_...
Is there such a thing as second-hand O-love - a giddy, soaring...
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Nov.18.2008
I have not been here for a while because I am changing my website. The old essays section will be gone soon, and instead I created a project called: Project Love.I believe the world cannot afford to keep going as it has been. What will happen with our future generations? What will happen with their...
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Nov.15.2008
Back in Chico, Jack and I rent a house and fight in it. Jack isn't much of a fighter, but I can cause enough conflict for both of us. The central argument: money. So Jack gets a job, bartending at another restaurant, not La Salles. I'm now working there again, feeling like I've failed, gone...
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Nov.15.2008
Tis the Season....to entrust my heart to the 'Silent Night'
Christmas was truly a holy one for us, and every year Dad would paint the inside of the house, adding his artistic creations so that it truly looked like a Hallmark card, what with so many children, bicycles, dolls...
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Nov.14.2008
I entered the waters of experience not of my own choice but because of the circumstance that formed me.
The waters are rivers, flowing in time, branches represent choices made in our lives. The waters of experience are raw emotion that carry us through the rapids of despair, confusion, and...
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Nov.14.2008
That night, after we went to bed, Jack found out how sick I really was. I woke up sweating, my head splitting with pain. Jack took my temperature, 104. He drove me to the hospital. There I finally found out what was going on: I had a pelvic inflammatory disease, caused by the IUD that had been...
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Nov.14.2008
Love and the Will to Go On
As I found, when grieving the loss of loved ones no matter the reason, there is a natural process that allows us to eventually heal. God helps us to come through the grieving process through prayer, and we eventually begin to understand that there really is no actual...
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Nov.13.2008
Jack and I decided to move to Santa Barbara. It was more my idea than his. It was completely my idea. I wanted to get back to my roots, the beach. I wanted a change. I wanted to stop working in a bar, waitressing. My temper was showing. About a month before this decision to move to Santa...
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Nov.12.2008
About a year after I divorced my first husband, I met Jack. I was working in what was called a "fern bar" in Chico. La Salles was designed after Henry Africa's in San Francisco. Henry Africa revolutionized the bar business with flowers and ferns and swanky wallpaper. It was not your...
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