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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Newer posts →. Heaven, I’m in Heaven,. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;. And I seem to find the happiness I seek. When we’re out together dancing, cheek to cheek. Most sorrow comes from Promises Broken. Never take him as your dancing partner is what I will tell my daughter. We bear our children under Society’s promise of Health and Happiness! And feel tricked when they are not altogether Healthy! Heaven is a promise unbroken.
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Roughing It | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. This summer, we went camping. Full-on, pitch-the-tent-and-stay-in-the-same-place-for-a-week, camping. I wore the same pants for three days. We got sun-burnt and swallowed a few bugs. We played cards by lantern light. The towels smelt like smoke. Tagged yellow brick road. One thought on “ Roughing It. July 26, 2013 at 8:40 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Las Meninas | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Roughing It →. They’re there. I miss them. I love them. I wouldn’t be here without them. 2 thoughts on “ Las Meninas. July 16, 2013 at 9:31 am. I can only picture your dad with his ‘particular stooping walk.’ Love you. Love him. So glad you got some family time. July 18, 2013 at 11:13 pm. Through many tears and memories of bygone days, good and bad, I love you with all my heart. Mom. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Memory | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Las Meninas →. Someone had brought a rubber dinghy. I had never seen one of these contraptions before. The man showed us how to sit on the edge of the dinghy, bum sinking into the rubbery flesh, bang our feet together to get rid of sand and then swing our legs over the side and into the boat. I wasn’t wet and yet I was right next to the water, skin against skin. One thought on “ Memory. March 3, 2013 at 6:42 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Oxy-moron | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. My 12 year old daughter asked me the other day to give her an example of an oxy-moron. She didn’t ask me to explain what it was, she knows that, she asked me to give an example. And, boy, is it ever harder to give an original example of an oxy-moron than it is to explain it. And I thought, why didn’t I think of that? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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October | 2013 | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. My 12 year old daughter asked me the other day to give her an example of an oxy-moron. She didn’t ask me to explain what it was, she knows that, she asked me to give an example. And, boy, is it ever harder to give an original example of an oxy-moron than it is to explain it. And I thought, why didn’t I think of that? Mother of a Hungry Ghost. Ramblings and Other Savageries. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. My 12 year old daughter asked me the other day to give her an example of an oxy-moron. She didn’t ask me to explain what it was, she knows that, she asked me to give an example. And, boy, is it ever harder to give an original example of an oxy-moron than it is to explain it. And I thought, why didn’t I think of that? Tagged yellow brick road. They’re there. I miss them. I love them. I wouldn’t be here without them. Someone had brought a ...
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Drive | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Breathe Again →. 8220;Drive me to the end of Thrums. I’ll run from there.”. 8220;Where the welding shop is? 8220;I guess. You know, where the greenhouse is.”. 8220;Will you run far enough? Should I drive you to the deli? 8220;Yeah. That’s far enough. Maybe too far. Don’t make me run too far! 8220;I’ll drive you anywhere you want, Baby! 8220;You already have.”. Who’s gonna hold you down,. Who’s gonna come around,. Enter your comment here.
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Breathe Again | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Running. Terrified. Like a thousand hungry hounds from Hell, he’s biting at my heels. Corners. Kitchen table edge in my hip. Tripping. Almost falling. Running. One thought on “ Breathe Again. March 3, 2013 at 6:45 pm. I hate that this is a part of your life. I hate him, and the silent neighbour. And I hate that I didn’t know enough to help. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Innocence | Tilting at Spinningwheels
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There is no book so bad…that it does not have something good in it. Innocence. The definition that resonates with me is, “…the absence of guile.” Guile means “…treacherous cunning; skillfult deceit.” To be beguiled means you are so enchanted by a skilled liar that you are trading your hours, your days to engage in a useless pursuit that, on the surface, feels pretty darn good. Like watching tv or looking at Facebook. What is it about that colourful, squawky box or the endless scroll of status updates?