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are you ONE out there? | emily benedict gascoyne 2014

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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. Are you ONE out there? September 29, 2014. We’re all here to connect, to find purpose of experience (good and bad), and place of self (also good and bad). We write, we read, we edit, we write some more, we visit blogs and comment hoping to draw more readers to our own blogs but really we just want to connect. Does it matter if I have 2 followers or 20,000? So are you ONE out there? As posted on Cheri Lucas Rowlands’ blog,. Writing Through the Fog. Share on Facebook (Opens in...

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who | emily benedict gascoyne

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Who do I write about? I hope I do them justice, whether it makes them proud, or squirm. I didn’t live their lives; they made choices like me, myself and I. I’ve walked many miles alongside their shoes; I’m not unbiased in the jury sideline. When brutally honest, the good with the bad equals truth. Sometimes I pen about these people in independent essays or stories, as you’ll see in my Journal. They’re cohesively essential in my biographical memoir, A Life in the Years of Her Mind. Click to share on Googl...

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journal | emily benedict gascoyne

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Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Posted by emily benedict gascoyne. On 3:20 pm in family. Posted by emily benedict gascoyne. On 5:40 pm in family. Children are the keepers. Posted by emily benedict gascoyne. On 4:20 am in family. Posted by emily benedict gascoyne. On 2:28 am in fear. On are you O...

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why | emily benedict gascoyne

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Why do I write? I write because it feels right. To write. To touch and be touched. To return to the past and understand from where I came; to possibly see where I am going. To settle and conquer my mind. To conquer and divide the combative world around me. To learn and to grow. To grow with words and explain the inexplicable even if I’m the only one who can understand it. It’s taking longer than I planned or hoped but I’m steady at it. I accept it’s fleeting. Fran’s history is confusing; her life ove...

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How Cold Is It? – Plying Through Life

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Travel Stories and Other Adventures. South Pacific Region Photos. How Cold Is It? December 12, 2016. January 21, 2017. It was so cold, the politicians had their hands in their own pockets. It was so cold in Beverly Hills even folks without Botox couldn’t move their faces. 8220;It’s coooold! Was it more than just cold air pooling around our feet on a winter night? I could claim to be inured to the cold. After all, I did much of my growing up in Minnesota, a land where the depths of winter can drop to ...

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avoidance | | emily benedict gascoyne

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I scratch until blood oozes but the itch lingers. Photo credit: Thomas Hawk. I avoid the keyboard. An ocean of thoughts swell into waves of ideas, mounting to feverish tsunami. Words and phrases rise and fall, swirling into sentences and paragraphs. The undertow sucks at my feet and pulls me down. I know from experience only drowning awaits; I will myself away from the desk. I must get busy. I must distract myself to kick free. Endeavors to distract deceive like riptides under calm waters. Never consider...

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Beneath your feet | northumbrian : light

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Random thoughts from deepest Northumberland. Skip to primary content. Golf in the wild. August 9, 2015. On this summer evening, straight lines of stubble leading down the hill from Beaufront Woodhead to the fringes of Hexham. Like me, a field too lazy to shave:. A the stubs of stalks left in a field where a crop has been cut and harvested. B (as modifier): a stubble field. 2 any bristly growth or surface. C13: from Old French estuble, from Latin stupula, variant of stipula stalk, stem, stubble]. Thanks f...

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Land Above the Bridge | megdekorne

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July 23, 2015. July 23, 2015. Land Above the Bridge. Thru one thousand words I crawl. Watched and eaten by maggots and mole. Here beneath county Keweenaw fog. Look , her nightgown full of blood drips. Oozing , oozing , gasping Lake Superior squalls. Lay it all down. Lay it all down . Words turned to mural by flying creatures crowd. The furious , frenzied fresco , lake eye sky thunders. Words buried , stones too , below the blowing dune. The palace of gods mind a slumbering castle of sand . Lay it all down.