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Something New in the Pipeline. Dear Bloggers, Dear Friends,.
After the events of last week my goal this week was clear. She is a nice woman and she is very easy to talk to when she is receptive.
Follow my journey to writing, Blogging and publishing my musings. She learns how to become a cook. How to become a runner. Promises on how to become a better lover. All from just skimming the cover.
A literary blog of poet, playwright and essayist Rachael Stanford. Yale documents weird regional English, deems it grammatical diversity. But now, thanks to Yale, there is a clickable online map.
SJ Writing Poetry and Short Fiction. Knocking again and again at the glass;. One corner, then another,. Failing each time to see that the path. To the warm, blue air is little more. The strands that pull and get caught;. I watch him attempt to draw the back view of a figure. Frown at the restriction of paper.
Trying to find the Imago Dei in the Man in the Mirror. This kind of passage from dark to light, despair to hope, death to life, is exactly why Christians need to celebrate Good Friday. For the disciples, the world had fallen apart. Scripture tells us that the disciples did not understand the idea of Jesus being raised from the dead until. How painful would that have been for them? .
This blog chronicles my journey with bipolar disorder as a med student at a school in the Midwest. Another day, another dawn. I got released from the hospital a little early today than usual and thought I write a short note.
For the lovers, the fighters, the dreamers, and the birds. I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009.
Saturday, February 2, 2008. The only colorful thing in our yard during winter. The coolest Lego house ever. Still working on that plating issue.
One thing that made them so special was that they were always moist and fresh. You could put a Twinkie on a shelf and as long as it stayed in its little cellophane wrapper, it stayed fresh. Why did the shame retain its freshness like a Twinkie? Why is it that you can pull shame off a shelf in your mind and it is as fresh as the day you put it there and tried to hide it behind other memories? However, there are times when we have gone through the steps of forgiveness.