Category: writing down the bones
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Soggy pages in a puddle
When does the desire to be one of the cool kids go away? Do you ever get to the point when you’re happy where you’re at, even if it isn’t at the top?
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I hope you only have small talk.
Who the hell wants to talk about the weather? These days, it often provides the kind of stories we only want to see in movies, not in our front yards.
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You learn to live with it
Doctors have such a massive impact on our lives if we’re unlucky enough to need them for something serious. I remember a couple…
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Aquanet and red lipstick
Black bouffant. Red lipstick on reed thin lips. A shrewd gaze. Tanned, leathery skin you always loved…
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Snacks and determination
What do you bring with you when you travel? For this writing week, I brought snacks, hope, and determination. What more do you need?
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Money and Words
A good teacher can change your life. I was lucky enough to have had two of them. Do you have a favorite you remember?
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And I’ve been loved
Remembering the good things…what a great way to start a Friday morning. Have YOU enjoyed your life?
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Out, out, out
Coming out means a lot of different things. There’s the obvious, but there are other ways, too. I have several.
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PB&J and coffee
If someone told you “don’t ever forget…” how would you finish the sentence? What do you always want to remember?
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I’m looking at you
I’m looking at a world in flux. A world so precariously balanced on the edge of a the void that I feel like I need to walk in slippered feet, on my toes, as I wait for the tip.
Brey Willows 