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I was an ungrateful reader at times, a moody one as well. I opened each book with the highest expectation and closed many not even halfway in. I had this rule, made up by me, to save myself from wasting time, like I would never waste time doing silly things—ever.
when you hate
someone else
because they are
different than you
you are unknowingly hating on
the very Architect of Creation itself
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A monthly review, late as usual. September, a month full of surprises, life just the way it’s supposed to be. “My wife will divorce me,” a statement made by my husband at an eye exam. It’s so typical for him, but he meant it.
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How easy life would be,
could be,
should be,
If I made in my life
what they make in a day?
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My husband, the crazy, wonderful man I have been married to for decades, worked 14 hours straight, two days in a row. Which—how do I put it mildly—is completely insane.
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I didn’t know what cornbread was. It’s part of the American heritage, a kind of sweet bread made out of maize that’s hardly known in Europe, or Austria, where I am originally from.
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I am proud of my friend. When I describe her to other people, I often use my hands and show about 3″ between my pointer finger and thumb. “She is that big,” and I laugh. I don’t mean it disrespectfully, quite the opposite. My friend is petite and about 12 inches shorter than me.
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Again
Shots fired
Tears flowing
Shock and Anger
Guns in the wrong hands