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Apr.19.2010
As a teen-aged girl, awkward and shy, unable to find clothes that fit because I was neither a girl nor a woman, I often felt out of place in the strange small town where I lived from seventh grade through high school. Like most teen-aged girls, I saw life through the lens of drama and angst,...
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Apr.19.2010
As a teen-aged girl, awkward and shy, unable to find clothes that fit because I was neither a girl nor a woman, I often felt out of place in the strange small town where I lived from seventh grade through high school. Like most teen-aged girls, I saw life through the lens of drama and angst,...
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Mar.04.2010
When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to get to the end of a story. Often I flipped to the last page to check the final words so I would know where the heck we were going. It didn't bother me to know, and often knowing the ending reassured me. Problem is, we can't do that with life. This morning my...
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Feb.18.2010
He sits in his chair most of the time because sleeping in the bed makes it hard to breathe. His doctors want him to walk more so he can get some energy, but he's, well, too tired. His only outings are to the Medical Center, where he dutifully agrees to take his meds but refuses more invasive...
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Feb.10.2010
      Freedom. What is it? How do we get more of it when we live in a fast-paced world where so many demands are made on our time? What are the internal and external blocks that affect our ability to be free, and how do we let them go?              In my personal journey, I have used...
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Jan.07.2010
There are two distinct sides to my personality that, on occasion, operate in direct conflict with one another. The first, and most developed, is my practical side, my inner taskmaster. She makes sure that I have multiple to-do lists for my various projects. She reminds me to have goals and to check...
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Sep.23.2009
"Dead people seem to inspire you," he said to me. I'd not thought about it that way before, but he was right. Although I have spent the past ten years writing, writing, and writing some more, the two books I have to show for it are my tributes to dead people that I loved. Grief, sadness,...
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