Tag: Writing
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A Slip of the Knife and a Few Spilled Green Beans Later…
The title pretty much tells you what you need to know…You should still read it though ‘cuz it’s funny.
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#106: The Wicked Webs of Wild Wolves (In Sheep’s Clothing)
Death has a funny way of sorting people out of your life. For whatever reason, it opens your eyes to the individuals masquerading around pretending to be something they’re not. That’s something I learned and have carried with me for the last year. I quickly found out who I could and couldn’t trust in the…
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#105: Some Seek Forgiveness, I Just Want Peace…
I’m forcing myself to write tonight. I don’t really want to, but I know that I need to. Part of that healing process, I guess. Force yourself to do that which you know will be beneficial etc…etc…It’s too bad that’s the last thing I want to do. I find it increasingly difficult to write these…
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#102: A Picture Worth a Thousand Words
Sorrow has overflowed my soul…Bare with me as I journal my grief…I’m trying to find healing…I’m trying to find hope… Welcome to my mind. Find my first entry here: #101: July 29th, 2017 July 29th, 2017 “He’s gone.” The words my father had just spoken rung hollow in my ears. I couldn’t quite reconcile the…
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#101: July 29th, 2017
July 29th, 2017 The dry, Summer sun was cascading its light harshly upon the Smokey Mountains. The magnificent peaks illuminated against the blue canvas of the sky. Twisting, turning, climbing, falling was the well-worn path of I-40, and so were our stomachs. As glorious as any mountain range can be – if one is…
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