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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Lemons into Lemonade Part II

I have received kudos for my positive outlook on my job being outsourced. I took a long time to get there. We were told 1 year ahead of time that sometime within the year we would lose our jobs. I along with my coworkers went through the grieving process. First, disbelief and shock, no way this was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Lemons into Lemonade

I have heard that line so many times before... you know that saying "When life gives you lemons make lemonade." Last year that is exactly what happened to me. I was working for an insurance company that decided to save money by outsourcing our jobs to a third world country. We were all in shock... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Sounds of Loneliness

Echoes of your footsteps Silent phone Imagined knock at the door Conversations with self. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

First Draft of Vignettes of Growing Up in St. Louis

I grew up in a small tight knit community in the St. Louis burbs. Everybody knew all the children and everyone elses' business. You didn't sneeze without 4 or 5 people rushing to give you get well soon wishes or food. Neighbors would offer help without a second thought to it being an inconvenience.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

Collecting We all collect One person's trash is another's treasure From baseball cards to beanie babies Mine is secreted from sight Shades of gold, silver and copper Tinkling and comingling A United Nations of coins Mine however, never go to war! Sign in to see full entry.

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Writing Exercise: The Boogeyman

The Boogeyman I remember him well He haunts my nights and dreams His shape varies From a dark shadow to a Figure looming over me of discarded clothing or toys He moves as the light beneath the door flickers The closet door inches open My mind races Footsteps break the silence Creak...creak of warped... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 15, 2008

Gun Control

Bang! Bang! Bang! Unable to forget Unable to change The outcome of the coupling Of a hairpin trigger And an innocent child The repeated warnings Nevr touch the gun The dangers explained Sweetly the child smiles Nodding okay And a man dropped dead And the puzzled child shouted Look at the man on tv... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

What you don't remember writing exercise

My memory is lacking these days I used to be able to remember Details from crawling as a baby The door slamming on my little finger Almost severing its tip Clearly remembering minute details Now my own children Confront me with those taunting words Once said to my mother (Don't you hate that When... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

What's behind the door?

Today is the day! Will everything go smoothly A bland and quickly fading memory Nothing to mark this day Indelibly across the mind or Will my sister Amanda come And put on her princess routine Nothing is ever good enough for her? Will Auntie Marie stroll in With her skirt hem tucked into her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Life's imagery according to Annicita, humor is now on separate blog called Oh no you didn't!

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