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The Art of Storytelling Show with Brother Wolf

The Art of Storytelling Show. Interviewing the best of the Storytelling Community. Tall Tales of a Tall City. Tracking Adventures of the Natural World. E-course Zen of Storytelling in 7 Steps. Active Weekly Email Alert List.

Too Many Drafts Writing about whatever I care tobecause I can

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Brooklyn Baby Daddy

This blog chronicles the life of me, David Serchuk, and my wife, Randi, right before, during and after the birth of our child, Stella Rae. We live in Louisville, Kentucky. Despite the name of the blog. Saturday, June 28, 2014.

Bluegrass Momma

Saturday, December 23, 2017. Dipping My Toes into Short Horror Fiction. I got inspired to write a short horror story about an Elf on a Shelf. If it is, however, read on! AT YOUR OWN RISK! Elf on the Shelf. But her son, Henry, was in kindergarten, and all the other kids were talking about their elves.

weight of words you know what my 1 fantasy is? i used to think that one day, just not telling anyone, i could go off to some random place, and i just disappear, like youll never see me again.

I am a golden god. Books, books, books. Sexing the Cherry, Jeanette Winterson. Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson. Why be Happy When You Could be Normal, Jeanette Winterson. Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami.

learning how to smile the sometimes daily journal for my own sanity

I went six days without an attack but then the dam broke. I have to practice meditation now before I get lazy and turn on the television.

just an obsurvashun distractions from a busy world

8220;My life is good. 8220;What do you think the reason is? 8220;There are plenty of reasons but none of them seem big enough to warrant this kind of reaction. I am most definitely a perfectionist.

let me tell you something Writing to feel, to be more alive!

Writing to feel, to be more alive! The things I ask. I rant when I like. Rise black girl, rise.

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The Writing Studio Elana Golden- The Writing Studio The Writing Studio

Welcome to the Writing Studio. 8230;where we celebrate our uniqueness, transform dramatic life experiences into literature, film and theater and discover personal freedom while giving voice to the unspeakable. To contact me email Elana Golden. Or call me at 323. The Writing Studio , founded in January 2000 by Elana Golden, is based in Los Angeles.

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Story of the day The product of an under apreciated muse

So what do you survey? Gabriela asked Tav the Time traveling automaton vacuum. I survey existence, Tav responded,. You survey all of existence? Yes all of time and space I survey so that a complete record may be made. The two were walking along down a hill in what looked like the middle of nowhere. So where are we now five hundred years in the past? I thought my house was built in a forest. I thought you traveled time. The next couple of jumps were to short to.

The Writing Teenager. Confessions of an average adolescent. What more could be asked for?

What more could be asked for? Gotye Makes Me Smile. I recommend that everyone at least give the rest of Gotye a shot. Forgive the public radio stations for overplaying his hit with Kimbra, and go get yourself on Youtube and begin looking up some of his music. He has a wonderful page for his songs and playlists that has not been taken over by the corporate giants of VEVO, so I would hurry up and get to his songs ASAP.

The Writing Therapist

Saturday, April 1, 2017. What a great day! God used a friend to show me STOP FORCING MYSELF TO BE SOCIAL! Society says we need friends. the Bible says we need community. My Father will be with me. So guess what my fr.