Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Friday, August 26, 2016

Thank you for your comments on the two deleted posts from earlier.

I realize they were the cranky rants of an overtired crone who's been watching way too much TV coverage of the electioneering. There seems to be a vast shortage of gentlemen, ladies and scholars on this scene and that's all I'm sayin. Y'all have a nice day... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Write Your Own Story: The assignment

Last week’s handout was an assignment to the writers to look up what was going on in the world the year and/or decade before their birth. The idea – as stated in the assignment - was to gain an understanding about ways in which that era, those events, etc., affected their parents and themselves.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Lois Won’t Be Here Anymore

Tuesday I tried to post a quick Blogit entry. Don't know if it zapped because I got in a hurry and didn’t pay attention to the keyboard as I should, or if it was the virtuality’s idea of fun – it was just gone. I didn’t have time for a do-over – I was due at The Center, and I knew Sara wouldn’t be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Bad Days...

Hell and damnation! The 'puter just deleted my post... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 22, 2016

Writer's Block

Some time ago at Seattle Central Community College I attended a presentation about writer's block - that scourge of an affliction that turns a writer's working brain from a seething cauldron of ideas, story threads and exciting new characters - into a block of ice. The speaker was an earth-motherly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

School is Now in Session: Write Your Own Story – Fall Term

We started up the group again on Thurs. the 11th. Eleven had signed up, eight actually showed up for the first class. A couple of our writers are traveling or tying up the loose ends of summer projects, remodeling, prepping a house for sale, etc… Two writers from previous years showed up; they were... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

Follow-up to comments from yesterday's summary of why Salkum

Kabu asked if I ever got to tell my secret brother what mother said. And I'm sorry but I did not. He passed away of complications of diabetes - which I heard about a month or so after his passing, not long after mom died. I do remember being with my sisters & brothers in Salem, OR after Mom's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Now we know...

At the time my family moved to Salkum, I thought it was the worst thing that could happen. We had jumped from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. As a 12-year-old kid, I had no say in the matter. But even at that age I could tell that mother's decision was crazy and desperate. The deprivation... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Salkum Redux - Conclusion

That winter, our first in the Salkum house, we discovered the linoleum rug in the bedroom – the furthest room from the oil heater and the kitchen stove – had become an ice floe. If we missed the slipper as we put a foot out of bed, the linoleum was so cold it burned. Sometimes you could see your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Salkum Redux - part 2

Mom had the puppy house trained very quickly; she’d ‘speak’ when she needed to go outside. Jim hurried to play with her the instant he got home from school, and they were always together. She wasn’t yappy like some small dogs, but if someone walked past the house, she’d alert us with a sharp,... Sign in to see full entry.

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