Monthly Archives: February 2014

Posted on February 28, 2014by wendykarasin This is Merriam-Webster’s definition of parenting: the process of taking care of children until they are old enough to take care of themselves: the things that parents do to raise a child. It is clear to me that … Continue reading

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A Tough And Beautiful Day To Be Alive

Through WordPress and other on and off-line writing communities I have found a double handful of friends I might not have otherwise. They are kind, supportive, perceptive and understanding individuals. They rise above, atop a geyser, relationships I’ve had for … Continue reading

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Ironic Tribute to Death

I have written for as long as I can remember. Early teenage angst, poems and songs in political protest and sensory delight. It has been a way through, almost over, the  fray of my experiences. When writing, I perch

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Guest Bloggers

I am looking for 3 bloggers who want to be guest authors on the My Writing Process blog tour. It’s not hard, I will be doing it this coming Monday 3/3/14. I will answer four questions (easy ones!) on my … Continue reading

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Daily Prompt: Shake it Up by Krista on February 24, 2014 You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO. The scariest part is, I have none. How is it possible I have no recollection … Continue reading

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Daily Prompt: New Sensation

Daily Prompt: New Sensation by Krista on February 20, 2014 Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or … 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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