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The Dusty, Yet Coveted Disclosure – Cami Gaglioti

We tend to live in our own psyche. We’re our worst enemy when it comes to the expectations, the doubt, the truth, the inadequacy. It just sucks. So what do we do? We keep things in order, keep busy, calm the lecturing voice in our head. Why is it when something lays heavy on the heart, we’re less apt to disclose to those closest to us? Read more...
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Random Thoughts on A Wendy Wednesday

By Wendy Pierman Mitzel ~

I don't have a large house by any means, but I am confident my house is large enough to this annoying flyto find somewhere else to haunt besides the room where I am working. That the fly might be attracted to me,personally, has crossed my mind. Since I am too lazy to get up to find a fly-swatter, I am randomly dousing it, mid-flight, with lotion spray on my bedside table. It doesn't seem to be working, but it smells good in here anyway.
Writing is hard.
Coffee tastes good all day long.
Because writing is hard, I spend a lot of time walking into the kitchen to get more coffee.
Sometimes writing makes me jumpy. Or maybe it's the coffee.
My dog  doesn't do the laundry, even though I ask him to do so quite often.
There is never enough bacon.
There are always too many dirty dishes.
I have a lot of kids. Who have a lot of shoes. A lot of big teenage boys shoes. There is, more often than not, a pair of sh
oes to trip over at any given time.
Pearl Jam still sounds good.
Not so sure about Duran Duran.

Every Fall, I am surprised by hayfever season even though I have spend my entire life suffering through hayfever season. It takes me a few Read more...

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To Finish Or To Begin? That Is The Question

by Wendy Pierman Mitzel 

 

I am a girl with many projects.

Love to start them. Not so good at finishing them.

The beginnings of many novels, short stories and essays germinate on my computer or in the many notebooks scattered about my house.

Baskets with price tags still attached wait to be filled and organized.

The new ceiling fans sit boxed at the ready next to the shelves waiting for hammer and nail.
And inside my head?  In there is even worse! I am well aware the state of my physical affairs is a manifestation of my congested cerebrum.

Popping around in there are kernels of ideas. Such as starting a creative center for autism, a place where high functioning kids can go hang out. Then there are the characters from all my novels and short stories. They pace around in that waiting room, muttering and begging for me to pay attention to them. Laying dead center is the long list of boring matters like making doctor appointments and searching for summer camps.
I’ve recently begun to wonder what keeps me from moving forward. A lot of it is just daily life and distractions getting in the way. I spend a lot of time running out for milk and eggs and running Read more...

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