Tag Archives: Thoughts

Just Me

If I could choose to be anything in the world, I’d prefer to stay me, an ordinary girl.   Nothing too special, simply plain ol’ me; terribly typical without mystery.   Lacking true beauty from the outside, I’ve talents aplenty … Continue reading

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Spring woes

Rain drops pound on the streets below ny hotel room, reminding me of how lucky I am to be dry. Winds buffet the windows: throwing bits of dirt against the screens. Gusts exceeding fifty miles an hour blow vehicles into … Continue reading

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The task

It was supposed to be easy.  All Stan had to do was clean out the loft in the barn.  As a young teen, he frequently got assigned the “dirty” work.  Most of the time he didn’t mind, even when it … Continue reading

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Commitment

the story of a marriage is one of trials and tribulations forgiveness and letting go of errors made love and anger compromise and patience walking together through life sharing times good and bad most of all reveling in each other’s … Continue reading

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My Legacy

When I am gone what do I expect? Do I want people to miss me? You bet. But not for long. I want them to think fondly Of whatever good I might have done To recall interesting experiences we shared, … Continue reading

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Being Me

For the longest time, I really didn’t like myself. I knew, intrinsically, that somehow I was not the child that my parents wanted. That’s a hard cross to bear. I was not pretty. I was not talented in any way. … Continue reading

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Conquering Loneliness

When I was a little kid I didn’t feel loved at all. I was a shy, miserable child. A loner who yearned to be held, caressed, even though I didn’t yet know the meaning of the term.  I wanted to … Continue reading

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