Do you know what it feels like to be the last one in school? To be standing at the gate, watching all your friends leave one by one — some by cycle, some in a rickshaw, some into the outstretched arms of their parent … You stand there thinking about them pedaling home, catching…
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It’s time to remove my thinking cap and put on my writing hat. I’m not really a hat person, though — I’ve skeptically tried on hats at various Gap and Target stores usually on excursions with mom (when she visits) or friends. They shop and I wait around, glancing at my iPhone every 45…
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So, Duane Scott featured my Pleasantly Disturbed Thursday post from last week on his blog today. What an honor to be told by the master of disturbed writing that my piece was a gem. But what does that mean for my blog today? I worry about what to write each of the other days…
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I have to thank Duane Scott for allowing me to present the uninhibited workings of my mind on Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays. Especially when my brain feels like a heated wok. Sitting on the stove top in utter disdain. It’s not ready to make scrambled eggs. It wants to somehow deflect that dump of information that…
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