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The Troll (1st part of chapter one)
And so I began my life as Sassy Twitterby.
Sitting on the edge of my bed in my room in the big house filled with boxes yet to be unpacked, representing a life I never had, yet fully remembered, I worried, as any normal sixteen year old girl would, about starting in a new school. I sighed and opened the closet full of clothes that suited me ( Read more... ) -
Release your inner golden retriever
How do writers of children's books always manage to make me think about my adult life?
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Of Flying Skunks and Palarie Dogs.
Just a little update on a recent trip to the zoo with a class of four year olds.
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I'm Looking for a Story
This is in responce to a meme from blade_girl . She stole the idea, sort of, from sgastoryfinders . Details can be found here http://blade-girl.livejournal.com/33692.html. The idea is that you say you are looking for a story, movie, television show, whatever, and then give a choppy description of what you ( Read more... ) -
The Troll again.
“Well, now.” Ossifer sat on the stump of the willow that had once shadowed my well; the very same willow, I now realized, that used to drop tiny leaves for me to catch and weave in to my hair whenever the fancy hit. It was a game we both enjoyed, I think, the tree and I, and I wondered when it had been cut down. It must have been in the years ( Read more... ) -
Straight eye at Gay Pride
Before I begin, let me just say that I was not at the Gay Pride event as a casual tourist, I was there for a purpose. I was sitting at a booth for our Church, one of the few in the city that is actually open and affirming. Unfortunately, not too many people were thinking about God this afternoon, and were studiously avoiding looking at our table ( Read more... ) -
Beauty Within
My heart can’t laugh,
And my soul has forgotten how to sing.
I have become like the long ago Beauty,
Trapped in a palatial prison.
The story untold, the romance ripped away,
Found the Beauty wandering from room to room
Not asleep, it’s true, but never fully awake;
Too afraid to dream.
Encased in thorns,
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Inner Tube Man
Several years ago I worked at preschool that sat on the borderline between a very wealthy neighborhood and one that was fairly poor. It was a wonderful place in many ways. It’s location between two worlds brought us in contact with people from nearly all walks of life, from the dad that was a summer-time carnie to the mom who was one of the ( Read more... ) -
The Darkness
I am pursued by the darkness that follows me with the ardency of a lover.
At night it lies next to me with open arms.
It whispers me into its black embrace.
In the light of day, I feel it still, just out of sight….
Lurking…
Waiting…
It came to me first as the ocean.
I was young then, and did not know its power.
I ran after the waves that ( Read more... )