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This came to me in the wee hours of the morning, when I was forced to crop a picture so it would fit the platform I was using. I can't help but think that a narrow horizon is an oxymoron...and so is a narrow mind. As usual, I was thinking about the mindless words and … Continue reading The Box Labeled “Grandma’s Dishes”
Well, I took a little time away from this page, settled into my career and embarked on a ridiculous challenge of Cannabis Infused Orgasms. It was completely over the top, although tastefully done...for the most part. But the lesson is that the challenge I embarked upon sparked something in me and I’ve once again found … Continue reading Sifting Through the Ashes
In every great story, the hero or heroine, descends into the "underworld," before emerging a changed person. Usually, the changes are assets. After all, how can you evolve if you haven't learned new lessons, which make you a wiser person? Sure, it's possible that the hero will be damaged, but I suppose it's all about … Continue reading Part 3 – The Hero’s Journey
As I think back on my life, I often wonder if things were different when I was a child, perhaps I would've turned out different - less hard, more gentle. I can say that I was a relatively happy child and my childhood was pretty normal. Although I knew my family loved me, it wasn't … Continue reading Part 2 – The Government Agent’s Wife
I've decided to share my story. It's less about entertainment and more about therapy. Perhaps you can relate...although, in many cases, I hope you can't. I'll start at the beginning and end somewhere near the present. Not sure how many posts this will take, so keep an eye out. My Beginning It was a warm, … Continue reading The Government Agent’s Wife
Continuing to write fiction...one day at a time. If I were a different type of person, I could likely find a reason for such treason. I could blame my parents for being too strict, perhaps, in some cosmic sense, I'm to pay for the sins of my father...and maybe even the sins of my mother. … Continue reading The Adulteress
I've decided to start writing again...I don't really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it's because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go...again. "I am an adulteress." I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for … Continue reading New Fiction
(Photo Credit - The Vintage News) I just had to blog about this find! See the original post here.