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It is day four of the Just Jot It January challenge and today’s prompt is Dachshund. Wow, now that is a tough prompt. It leads most in the direction to write about dogs or pets. Me it leads to my least favorite Aunt and Uncle and my first trip to Cleveland. I’ve been to Cleveland twice […]
2016 2+0+1+6=9 In numerology,9 is the number of completion, achievement, and accomplishing divine will. 9 represents big ideas and seeing the big picture. It is the number of gestation, and the number of eternity. The goal of 9 is to culminate, complete, and let go in order to move on and start anew as 1.
It was the height of summer. A time when the heat is so hot and thick that all you can do in the middle of the day is find a field to lay in and watch the clouds go by. She thought of all the times and all the summers she had spent here on
Robust is the word for my post today. I wish I could think of a robust topic to create a robust post about but, my mind is blank today. I have spent the day diligently trying to get my planner on track for 2016. Now my mind is tired and full of swirling thoughts of
Living in Appalachia hearing the word honorable makes me think of a shotgun wedding. The ones where a young girl’s daddy, who just happens to be cleaning his hunting rifle, asks the boy if he is planning on doing the honorable thing and marrying his daughter. My daughters were a big fan of Zoey 101
Effortlessly they misappropriate misinterpret miss the point Make-up like blackface and dredlocks ironic racism hipster terms playing bluegrass in Brooklyn pretending to be poor wearing flannel and eating vegan. They laugh at real culture call us dumb rednecks have coolie themed parties wearing headdresses at Coachella and boots to Bonnaroo. Cinco de Mayo is only a
“I tire so easily now, It must be the weather” She knew it wasn’t the weather. It was her life. So mundane and full of redundant days and ridiculous people. He looked at her over the top of the newspaper with disdain. At least, he showed a little interest in her this morning, eyes staring
Words from my soul don’t easily flow from this pen to this paper They swirl around in my head through my eyes, they drip like tears rain falling from the sky landing on leaves of paper finding a path down to the ground they fall scattered and random creating pattern out of chaos a pattern
