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I Can See The Dawn

Life in the self publishing lane has improved. When Balboa heard my concerns, when I got to the right person (always important), circumstances changed quickly and I received a competent human to work with. The difference (duh) is remarkable not … Continue reading

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AUTHOR!!!

My dear readers, I have exciting news to share! I have signed with Balboa Press, a division of Hay House, to self-publish my memoir, Passing Through.  Many of you have gotten to know my parents, in some form or function, … Continue reading

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Writing 101, Unblock The Mind It’s not my mind that feels blocked, it’s my time. It has been hi-jacked into many (many!) diverging and interesting directions and I can’t keep up. Happy, sad, annoying, financial, familial, all types of occurrences … Continue reading

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Inspirational List

In figuring out what to write about I’ve combined two ideas from two separate posts: 1. Make a list. 2. What/who inspires you? Here is a list of what and who inspires me… * My children, young children, old people, … Continue reading

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Six Days

It has been a while since I last blogged (six days to be exact). There are reasons, excuses, actualities. Why I feel slightly guilty, is a mystery. I’m not sitting idly as the world passes – I’m in the twirl … Continue reading

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But There Is More…

The heart is a muscle of great importance for the body as it pumps nutrient rich blood throughout the blood vessels, reaching locations by repeated and rhythmic contraction. The heart is located in the chest cavity, slightly left of center. … Continue reading

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Prompt That Made Me Cry, Number Two

The second prompt of Saturday’s writing group was this: What holds me back… My response: What holds me back stems from childhood – it’s wanting to be accepted, liked, cared for, not left. My parents’ divorce left me with a … Continue reading

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