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Balboa – Bout Two

It has been a while since I signed up with Balboa, and a while since I last wrote about the process. Suffice it to say, I’m not having fun. The gentleman I’m working with, let’s call him WE (as a … Continue reading

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Give and Take

Jun 10, 2014 Writing 101, Day Seven: Give and Take Focus today’s post on the contrast between two things. The twist? Write the post in the form of a dialogue. “No,” she said. “But why, Ma? Isn’t life worth it?” “Not … Continue reading

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Front Door Shoes

Loss Part II Yesterday’s prompt asked us to write about loss, in a three part series – which I took to mean yesterday, today and tomorrow. This is Number Two of Loss. I can include today’s cue too, however. Front … Continue reading

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A Room with a View (Or Just a View)

Writing 101, Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View) In a word: flowers. Whether part of a grand garden structure (think Botanical Gardens or any beautiful gardens you’ve ever seen like Jardin des Plantes in Paris) … Continue reading

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Life On Sugar Alley

This is the title of the novel that I would write if I were to begin writing one this morning. It popped into my head in the kitchen, at 8:50, while I was feeding my cat and sipping a cup … Continue reading

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Messes

Yesterday, while looking for a notebook small enough to fit in my bag for a publishing seminar I was attending at The Strand Bookstore (in Greenwich Village, my old stomping grounds), I happened upon one of my writer’s group prompts … Continue reading

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Forever Gone?

Enormous snow flakes, a quarter the size of my palm, sailed past my window on the last morning of March. They looked like ripped pieces of paper raining from the sky. I stared for moments, shaking my head in disbelief … Continue reading

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