The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet

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Taking a Walk in a Chicago Neighborhood

This past June I was fortunate to be able to visit my best friend, Laura, in Chicago. I had only been there once before, in 2010, but I was surprised by how well I remembered her neighborhood. Not that much would have changed; it is Chicago and space is at a...

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Taking Stock and Going Forward

Happy New Year, my lovely Lunatics! I truly hope you have had a wonderful holiday season. Tomorrow I begin taking down all of the decorations before the 6th gets here. Today, though, is for looking back at what’s been accomplished, and looking forward to being ever closer to reaching my dreams....

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Happy Blogiversary and Merry Christmas

Yesterday was my 1 year blogiversary. It’s hard to believe that I’ve been blogging that long. It doesn’t seem like it’s already been a year. And, like time does when you’re having fun, it flew by so fast. It has been a pleasure writing and sharing my life and my writings...

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Stop the Merry-Go-Round!

I’m so sorry, my dear Lunatics! December is one of my busiest months, and it’s been crazier than normal this year. What with all of the school holiday events, concerts, and the Christmas shopping I am spinning at breakneck speed. Every so often I think to myself “stop the merry-go-round…I want...

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On Being In A Critique Group

I have spoken on here about how much I love being in my writing critique group. I love it. It has been such a saving grace to me in more ways than one. It is my main social activity, and I really don’t like missing one meeting. Janaury 2015 marks my...

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Monday’s Muse: Poetry for The Book Thief

Last night I finally got around to watching The Book Thief. When I first learned about this movie and the book, I wasn’t all that interested in it. I had too many things going on at the time. After watching it last night I regretted not going to see it when...

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My Texas Is Showing

I am not a big country music fan, but I am Texan by right of birth, born to country parents and growing up, eventually, in the country. My father and his family were farmers and cowboys. My own Uncle David, whose birthday I share, was a rodeo cowboy for a while....

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Where Did My Week Go?

Hello my lovelies! I want to apologize for the lack of activity last week. It was not due to the holiday, though I almost wish it had been that. No, a week ago this past Friday my eldest son came home for a visit and brought with him the Mother of...

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