Curiouser and curiouser becomes the writing life. Never does the writer fully know what lies behind the doors of memory, nor what trigger intervenes inserting into the lock a key.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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The eyes catch it.
In my classroom, where I spend many hours, a classroom I'll soon be leaving for another, newer one.
About Me
- caught between
- So, here I am an adult (I think! Does 58 years of life - now 59 years - make it so? I wonder.). I am wife; I am mother; I am daughter; I am sister; I am teacher; I am student . . . but most of all - I'm just me, created to be.
Contemplation
Caught in the beauty of the Ozarks 2006
My Daughter's TriathlonTriumph
Crossing the finish line!
Snoopy
The sleepy verison of the kitten, now grown
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