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Dec.05.2009
Ah! The Holidays are nearing. 'Tis the season to be jolly.....or whatever. No one likes a dull read at Holiday time. I know, I don't. In fact, a long Holiday is the only time I get a chance to read a book anymore.....sometimes, even my own book! I like that, it is a mesmerizing headful of joyfully...
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Nov.13.2009
  Revolutionary ideas always seem impossible to attain. They always seem so very far-fetched and distant as the stars. Revolutionary ideas have certainly come before us and they will certainly, come after us. But, most astonishing is that a revolutionary idea might be amongst us all, at this...
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Nov.01.2009
When I was young, Hallowe'en meant another year of sugar-influenced behavioral misconduct. Constant giggling and howling with laughter at every single moment of serious calm or adult conversation was the rule of our child-dominated, candy-infused household. An exciting week of preperatory costume-...
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Oct.21.2009
Before Helena set off on her trip somewhere, but nowhere in particular, her notebook just memoed, “Museums”and “Crepes”. She was prepared to walk great distances each day to ponder the sights and taste the delectable foods from the street vendors. She landed in Paris, and that’s where she stayed...
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Oct.07.2009
  Without any warning, Helena disappeared, and so did her academic possessions and personal belongings. At her tender age, she hadn’t accumulated any wealth, only a basket of precious odds and ends: colorful small stones, iridescent clamshells, strings of dried berry necklaces, and a few...
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Sep.23.2009
  Helena mused over her fanciful sketches, recipes, poems and disarranged excerpts of her book. She was looking for some order in the mayhem. Something was causing her to feel an uncomfortable chaotic doom within the helter-skelter assortment of signature accoutrements.   Helena’s strange...
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Sep.19.2009
                     When each of the girls reached legal age, in acts of defiance and autonomy, they changed their birth names. Windy became Wisteria, Shanty became Chantilly and Bonky became Belladonna.   Harboring the celestial qualities of an ethereal crystal ball, each of the Pilgrims...
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Sep.09.2009
Between weekends, the Farmer’s daughters behaved in their usual ways, exercising their tireless rivalries and competitive alliances in very sporting fashion. Their differences were expressed like daily rituals at the Alter of Dissent. There was always a victorious one and a vanquished one or two...
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Sep.03.2009
Summer, was over. Silliness and frolicking in the grass, had ended. Watchingbutterflies, was over. Chasing dragonflies by the pond, had ended. Tumbling and cartwheeling through the yard was over. Exhausted and sleeping,curled up with the cats on sunny afternoons, had also ended...
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Aug.27.2009
“I love springtime, because we can play outside!” said Bonky, as she and her sisters Shanty and Windy nested themselves and their dolls on a bed of hay beside the barn. An agreeable lunch of weekend macaroni, cheese, bacon and peas filled their insides. A mob of cats tangled their tails around...
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Aug.21.2009
On, "Politics": The Three Sisters Excerpt 1: The Slaughter   Arranged like a Triangle of Adorable Cherubs in pink flannel pajamas: six-year-old Bonky; seven-year-old Shanty; and eight-year-old Windy slept tangled under a cloud of white bed sheets and a billowy star patterned...
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Aug.14.2009
The uncountable numbers of young adults and children that are dying from cancers and other life threatening diseases, are filled with hope, dreams and aspirations. The families, friends, medical teams and support groups that care for, nurture and love these dying young adults and children are...
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Aug.07.2009
My Dearest Friend and Soulmate, I keep on thinking that I'm making money. But when the monthly statements arrive, you remind me that I haven't made a penny in quite a while. I could blame the hydrochlorathyazide. It might be affecting my judgement, as well as making me pee, volumes. Going just the...
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