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eternally grateful | Bibi's Beat: Chapter II
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Bibi's Beat: Chapter II. This writer's midnight beat on writing, creativity, inspiration, life. Skip to primary content. January 1, 2015. Hey, Happy New Year to YOU! Right now, I’m on my annual retreat. Where I revisit my goals, establish new goals, look at what I want more of, less of, and with whom! And I want to begin by acknowledging someone who’s made a very significant and important difference in my life. Twenty years ago I met Joyce Chapman. Someone who has helped hundreds of thousands of dreamers...
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Relationships – What had happened wasss…
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What had happened wasss…. Learning what a fu*kboy was ruined the radio…. February 21, 2017. February 21, 2017. So in my last post I let you all in on my dirty little secret. I had to Google the actual definition of fuc*kboy. (So embarrassing.) After realizing what being a fu*kboy entails, it somewhat changed the way I saw things in the world. Perfect example was my commute to work today. I was listening … Continue reading Learning what a fu*kboy was ruined the radio…. February 19, 2017. February 19, 2017.
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Voice of an angel – What had happened wasss…
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What had happened wasss…. Tag: Voice of an angel. Watch “Ellie Goulding – Burn” on YouTube. November 4, 2016. Because Ellie Goulding has the voice of an angel and her songs should be listened to on repeat. End of story. Follow What had happened wasss… on WordPress.com. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. What had happened wasss…. A directory of wonderful things. Tonysbologna : Honest. Satirical. Observations.
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There was a happily ever after… – What had happened wasss…
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What had happened wasss…. There was a happily ever after…. October 30, 2016. A lot of this blog has been devoted to relationships. It didn’t start out that way… it just sort of happened. Through the ups and downs and sideways journeys that life had thrown at me since the beginning of this little writing adventure, I’ve come to realize something. Is there really such a thing? And are any of us really that special? Or is it that I’ve finally realized that the true love. Are we all so brainwashed into think...
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happily ever after – What had happened wasss…
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What had happened wasss…. Category: happily ever after. She knew what she wanted…. May 23, 2016. I have so many single girlfriends who all have the same complaint. They put themselves out there and can't seem to find a partner. I think that's why we women love weddings so much. Like, there is still a chance! She found one maybe I can too! Let's dance to single ladies and really sing … Continue reading She knew what she wanted…. May 21, 2016. It’s not you… It’s me…. May 17, 2016. May 8, 2016. Be grateful ...
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Everything is wonderful now… – What had happened wasss…
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What had happened wasss…. Everything is wonderful now…. November 6, 2016. Because everything is so wonderful…. Watch “Ellie Goulding – Burn” on YouTube. It’s less and less these days…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Giving Way: Lake Ozette | Daughter on Duty
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Walking with My Mother in the December of Her Life. Skip to primary content. Giving Way: Lake Ozette. August 7, 2015. I arrived at 11:30 Monday, a five-hour drive from home, and scored the best campsite in the first-come, first-served 15-site NP campground; full at day’s end. (Half price, thanks to my Senior Access Pass pure gold.). Much of the walk to and from the beach is boardwalk. The old planks (probably the very ones my family trod years ago) are gradually being replaced. The rotting boards...I had...
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You’ve got to sell your heart « Cristian Mihai
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A Sad, Sad Symphony. You’ve got to sell your heart. In 1938 aspiring author Frances Turnbull sent a copy of one of her stories to Francisc Scott Fitzgerald. In the feedback he offers her there’s one great piece of advice:. 8220;You’ve got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin. Your emotions to sell.”. You can read the rest of the letter here. It all...
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Sunday Morning Applesauce | Daughter on Duty
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Walking with My Mother in the December of Her Life. Skip to primary content. August 2, 2015. Mama came into the kitchen at 7:30 and flicked on the overhead florescents. (I hate overhead lights, and she needs them on at all times. If there is an Overhead Light Syndrome, I will surely die of it before this gig is over.) I didn’t even know she was up. So many kinds of quiet invaded. Out with the light! 8220;I thought I would come and help,” she cheerfully said. 8220;How do you know that? 8221; I asked.
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The Best Years of Your Life | Daughter on Duty
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Walking with My Mother in the December of Her Life. Skip to primary content. The Best Years of Your Life. August 12, 2015. When my husband was away from home for long hours, testing his lab mice throughout the nights when the colicky baby woke up and I felt alone in the world far from home and cried just as hard as the baby did each of us inspiring more tears in the other. I thought, even then, their words were disrespectful, in their lack of acknowledgement of the struggle. The top candidate is still the.