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Sasebone says:
Hello Abigail,
I joined this group about a year ago or so, but in the meantime I've had chaos all around me: aging parents with failing health, addicted daughter for 16 years; adopted her children and then adopted them to a younger couple last year; husband in ill health; failing knees, etc. Writing seems to be my catharsis and now I find out our leader is leaving.
I just read your book, A Three Dog Life, and now I feel I know you. Thanks for the Memoir. I am attempting and have been attempting to write my memoir about the last several years. However, I am hung up at the beginning and also wonder how I will get a published, how to keep going, etc. Any advice!
Thanks Abigail. I think you and I could be great neighbors because I like you already just from your book. We need people but afraid to reach out for fear they will KNOW US I guess. I love people but haven't found a friend yet that I feel completely free to be with yet. I am now 65 years old and wonder if I will ever find that soul mate friend. I am married to a complete opposite now for 47 years.
Thank you for allowing us to be creative. Any advice for me and my book (by the way I have kept a daily journal since 1969) and that helps me too.
Sandy (Sasebone)
Posted: August 31, 2009 10:46AM EDT
MsJeannette54 says:
Your profile really calls to me, as does this blogsite. I was born in Brooklyn New York in 1954, but spent many summers in Woodridge, a hop, skip and a jump from you. I have only 1 precious grandchild and also have written a memoir. And also have a blog site. Are we twins?
I would love to send you my memoir to take a peak.
Any interest?
Jeannette
thebrokenbirds@aol.com
Posted: July 30, 2009 10:50AM EDT
morphit41 says:
Maybe the ghost could take people on a Christmas Carol time trip, to see how negative some of these messages will look when they are more mature.
Posted: July 25, 2009 9:45PM EDT
snuzcook says:
Hi Abigail,
I would love a piece of sand for my oyster shell! Translation--what's our assignment for June/July? Itching to get going, but not wanting to create a tangent.
Snuz
Posted: June 20, 2009 12:04AM EDT
AbigailThomas says:
getting ready for august now, I've been away a lot this month. sorry!
Posted: August 12, 2009 2:05PM EDT
queenofpastures says:
I did not know how to answer the question posed when I read it this morning -- if I could come back as a ghost, where would it be, and why?
I can answer it now that I'm in from a run to my neighborhood grocery story.
I spotted a girl -- she could not have been more than twelve years old -- wearing a T-shirt that read, "I'm the kind of girl everybody has warned you about."
(Who would let their child out of the house in such? Jailbait, I tell you ....)
... then, in the meat aisle, of all places, was a guy in his early twenties, I'd guess, a T-shirt that read, "Want Eight?"
Puhleeze. We don't need such mental images ...
... If I could come back as a ghost, it would be in a dressing room, or at a bin where someone is rifling through a stack of T-shirts, on the verge of making a dreadful mistake, or sitting next to them at some online clothing cyber-outpost, and my mission in the afterlife would be to avert such decisions
Posted: June 6, 2009 5:13PM EDT
AbigailThomas says:
this is great--make it twice as long and see what happens. thank you for this terrific response
Posted: June 6, 2009 10:48PM EDT
NatalieCaine says:
Sitting in the tight, beige, one-armed desk, smack in front of the chalky balckboard, I could still fell the teacher's arm in my stomach. I leaned over, whispered to blond Debbie.Thunder cracked into my soft left ear. Ms Mag's strike silenced the rows. I squeezed my chilled body up, blinked and blinked my wet eyes down to the cement floor. My teacher's strapped, black shoes moved away and returned . "Take this clock into the hall."she told me,"and close the door." I clasped that black clock with both handsto my chect. Without sound, I couldn't find my way out. I stumbled on something cold. Dumped in the hall, kids stared at me.I shrugged my numb shoulders and looked away. I had to pee, but didn't know what the rules were if one has a clock and is told to stand somewhere. Wiggling, squeezing, crossing my feet, squatting down, my tummy aching. I sprung up, turned around and opened the door, hollered,"scuse me,can I go pee with the clock?" Oh I just wrote that and realized I posted in the wrong place. This is childhood memory in school, not a ghost re entry in life. Natalie
Posted: July 25, 2009 9:58PM EDT
Champamarie says:
Thanks. I might look at it again. I might even write flapping with both "p"s
Posted: May 23, 2009 12:42AM EDT
Champamarie says:
Funny, Looking back on this. Since I wrote about the Monarch butterfly and my dog. Since I wrote this my dog is gone. We "put her to sleep May 8th. She was 11 1/2. My husband and I came home from the vet's and there was a Monarch butterfly in the patio. (I doubt it was the same one). My husband said he had never seen one like that (even though they gather in their most spectacular displays in Morelia, Mexico, a few hours from where he grew up. The butterfly was perched on a loquat tree that I planted last year, after having a dream about a loquat tree. the butterfly flew in my face and I ran towards the patio door. the butterfly went to perch on the bouganvillas bordering my house and and y neighbors. My husband asked, "Do you think it's Champa?" I left the yard and got into the car. I'm not quite spiritual enough to think it was related to Champa, and not athiestic enough to dismiss it. I left it flaping on the bouganvilla. I miss Champa terribly
Posted: May 22, 2009 1:57PM EDT
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