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September 20, 2005
WE ARE BACK...sort of...my partner in crime Chris won't be here for a while...
GOD LAUGHS WHEN WE MAKE PLANS
and we left here months ago... to explore ways to continue to FUND our blessed demon spawns "perfect" lives.
But fast forward and my partner has gone to work full-time for the "man" as I continue to struggle with my chemo and radiation poisoning
I need to write everyday. It's my healing drug. I'm on a new TRIP of seeking the truth and getting OUT OF MY OWN WAY!
To all our "old friends" here we both say HEY and HOW ARE YOU
to the new people that have joined since we left. HI! look forward to bantering with ya.
I'm leaving the info below..as it explains our CHEAPWOMEN blogs that remain on here deep in the tunnels below sealevel
I'll be writing under STELLA.
Well about me...is really about us... Two single moms trying
to raise 3 kids each. We love writing. And one day we decided,
"let's just do it!"
Hi my name is Terrie...Nice to meet you...
It took me many years to get over the fact I can never ever
work again in the ER (20 year RN career taken away by Cancer).
The fact they told me I would die of the cancer and had to find
homes for my kids wasn't the bad news. Never going back to
work was. I am not lying.
Now, I feel so very blessed to get to do what I have loved doing
since I was 7. There is a reason for everything...
My partner in crime, Chris still works...I'll let her add here when
she can.
Hi! This is Chris - writing from work. (Don't tell!)
My darling friend Terrie was born with the soul of a writer.
I'm more the frustrated artist, going along for the ride - and
the free therapy that writing provides.
My interests are photography, watercolors, cooking and
gardening. I have a website, http://www.sudairy.com/ and
am about to be featured in a magazine in Bahrain.
The website evolved when I started exploring my father's culture.
He is Saudi and the first cousin of King Fahd - which, while
fascinating, also causes me to be detained by airport security.
I believe there was a line in Anne LaMott's "Bird by Bird" about
people with difficult childhoods having a wealth of stories to write.
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