I remember this much - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/an autobigraphyhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00In the beginninghttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/756971Our friend MG1278 wrote an interesting blog about writing an autobiography. http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MG1278/756951 I liked her points so I am going to do just that. It won't interest many, but I still want to give it a go. In the beginning.. I asked my Momma last Monday if we lived...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/753599and again the news is bad actually terrible and repeated so many times the same chapter still smolders there are no words or songs to erase this part of the story we are unraveling day by day Another time Another place more of the same echoes of others still smolderShe livedhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/746595she loved yellow roses and riding her bike wanted my room so leave she was not yet a woman with swellling curves so young she had a few secrets she new magic I'm told she left for a while and danced with the stars she left ~ I loved my little sister. So glad she was and is. ~ Blue FeathersAn Arthttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/683069I have a friend who is a magician. He travels all over the world performing his art. I feel so proud when I see him perform and witness the open eyed stares of the audience. How did he do that? What is the secret? Whispers are shared among the adults and children of pure delight. Steve can pry a...Whyhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/682942The weather is teaching her lessons to those who would sit up in class and learn. I am a bad student. I forget to stop and listen to the teacher sometimes. Charging through my life wondering why things are happening or not happening. Questions slosh through the murk of my imagination. Suddenly,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/682173they tell her she is black then there are those who assume she is white it could be she does not meet their expectations the wings grow uncomfortable under her chameleon cloak invisible purple eyes grow waiting for time to time out between black and white ~ Rain Pebblehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/681870I need to get out of my head. I have been thinking too much. Thoughts hold me captive sometimes. It is like being trapped in a sort of hell. Pondering the same situations over and over and finding no clear way around the mountains is a problem. "They" say life is an illusion. "Something" that our...not so suddenlyhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/681248Some days.. ok.. most days.. there is so much going on that I feel like one of those clowns who toss a few red balls up in the air to juggle them. The trick is.. someone keeps adding more balls.. I keep trying to catch up but.. they keep coming and I drop one ball and then another and another...againhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/680819she wants to try again if anyone notices her failure they won't speak of it it just isn't done down here in the south where failure happens and pigs fly but truly the south shall rise again with herhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OTA.3388/680287let the words out see where they go watch them lead you where they may listen to the tune they play when the words come out