Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1371613-Pearls-of-Wisdom-and-Foolish-Mutterings It's all heating up again and no matter where you turn, people are getting really snippy and confrontational. Yes, I'm talking about the political arena. The 2012 elections are bearing down on us and there seems to be no escape from the constant chitter-chatter and sniping back and forth. It's enough to make man or woman wish for a remote con...[Read Full Post] Mon, 22 Aug 2011 17:31:36 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/732226 I've been studying my picture that is posted at the top of my blog and I believe the camera used to take that picture distorted my nose. I promise my nose is not huge like that. I wasn't truly convinced it was the camera and was becoming fearful that my nose might actually have bloomed all over my face until I read an article about photography by...[Read Full Post] Tue, 09 Aug 2011 17:14:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/731101 Sheesh! You write a blog entry and suddenly you look up and eight days have passed. Is the world turning faster or something? I swear I was just here. I just came from Party's blog where he was reminiscing about the Glory Days of Blogville. **sigh** I miss those days, too. He described it as the Perfect Storm - which I thought was the perfect way...[Read Full Post] Fri, 22 Jul 2011 21:38:49 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/729435 It's been a long, long time since I wrote here at WDC. I've been writing over at Open Salon for two years - and it's been an eventful two years. I popped in here the other day because some kind soul commented on one of my pieces and I got an email notifying me about the comment. Once I got here, I had to go looking around for old friends and ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 14 Jul 2011 22:58:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/728677 This Christmas wasn't the best I've ever had, nor was it the worst. But it leaned enough toward the not-so-great side that it left me aching to call my mom and be the kid with the scraped knee who needs a band-aid and a quick hug. But, of course, I can't call my mom. February of 2010 will be the fourth anniversary of her death. She never real...[Read Full Post] Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:56:36 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/681185 It happened when she was thirteen-years-old. Just out of the blue, with no warning or building of tension or anything like that. She had just come home from school and was in her bedroom sorting through her homework, trying to decide where to start. For once, she didn't hear the familiar drone of the television from the living room, which was odd, si...[Read Full Post] Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:24:27 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/671959 The years passed, time went forward and life in Kimberly's family became a mixture of hope deferred and turmoil. Some days were better than others; some days were filled with simply survival. Kimberly and Michael learned to be as invisible as possible. It wasn't a foolproof plan. Sometimes, the house wasn't big enough for both of them to ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:39:39 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/671466 The little girl named Kimberly was very smart so she quickly learned all the rules of her new family. She also learned to keep all of the secrets, even from Gommy and Bert, although this made her sad. She didn't remember very much about being happy, now. But she was so busy taking care of her brother, Michael, that she didn't have time to think...[Read Full Post] Sun, 11 Oct 2009 21:48:36 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/671362 And so it was that the little girl called Kimberly found herself living a life entirely different from the one she had grown accustomed to during the first three years of her existence. Where there had been peace, there was now tension; where there had been security, there was now fear; and where there had been love, there was now anger. She wanted to go...[Read Full Post] Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:28:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670110 Once upon a time, there were two little girls. The first little girl was born to an overwhelmed eighteen-year-old who only thought she was ready to grow up. So the first little girl went to live with her grandparents, while her childlike mother set about trying to find the path to sure happiness for herself. The first little girl was happy. She felt love...[Read Full Post] Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:58:19 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/669785