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bernadette-moyer's picture
Apr.26.2013
Alone at Heaven’s Door By Bernadette A. Moyer We enter this world alone and we leave it alone. From the rearview mirror what have we done with our life, what will be said when we arrive alone at heaven’s door. Most people have amazing relationships with their families, their parents, children, co-...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Apr.23.2013
  April 23     Exposition     Is there a difference between being discerning and being critical?  Is it in the direction from whence I came or the destination to which I am driven?  Does performance to an audience, even if it is the one in my head, create the line...
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Apr.01.2013
  April 1     Why is it so hard to be me?   I have everything I could wish for.  I have love and friendship, I have talent and ability.  What more could I want?  I don’t want more, I want to learn how to overcome fear and live with disappointment.  Abundance...
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Dec.21.2012
  December 21   WHAT’S MINE IS MINE     I don’t always know how to get the dog off the baby.  The attacks are often sudden and always swift.  My shock at the reality delays my response, falters my steps and fogs my mind.  What should I do to disengage this assault...
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Dec.16.2012
  December 16   GOOD SAMARITAN PIE     The meal prepared from my cognition, the bread and jam of humility, salad of expectation, roast of determination and Good Samaritan pie, wait on the table to be devoured.  The courses pass and come dessert my kindly intentions are cut...
bernadette-moyer's picture
Jul.06.2012
The “Teflon Generation” By Bernadette A. Moyer I have often thought about how I was raised versus today’s kids, when I came up, if we hurt someone or did something wrong we were expected to own it, say we were sorry and take the consequences for our actions, it was personal responsibility. We were...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.01.2011
August 1   Porcellano     Some days I feel like a porcelain doll; hard head, hard hands, hard feet and everywhere else is soft, gormless.  I feel useless and act out my feelings, stumbling through a day of pointless inactivity.  I know that I belong on a shelf or propped upon the...
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Jul.22.2011
You know you are still relatively sane when despite the rage and frustration that is boiling inside you can still ‘filter’ and logically, reasonably rationalize a way to deal – as opposed to driving to the local gun shop.  Yes, that is where I was the other day after reading comments posted on the...
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Jan.10.2011
I wasn’t at home in Arizona at the time of the recent shooting and didn’t hear about it when it happened. I had flown to Burbank, California the day before to present a writing workshop at the Burbank Library. I only heard about it from some friends who came to hear my talk, and there wasn’t much...
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Apr.14.2010
Most people in the US have read the words of Dr. Seuss to their children and enjoyed the puns and made up words. But his books, especially later ones, also usually contained a message that hopefully got through to both the reader and the listener. How many people don’t have memories of Dr. Seuss...