Tag: aging
member name: Patricia F.
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February 09, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
It's hot. The air reeks of urine glossed over with something antiseptic. A sad train of wheelchairs glides through the hall and ends in a room all decked out with paper palm trees. There are plastic . . .
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November 24, 2007 12:50 PM EST --
You're not gonna believe this! It's crazy! I'm almost afraid to tell you because you'll probably think I've gone 'round the bend!
What are . . .
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April 15, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
I am submitting this piece for the Tuesday Writing Essentials "Spotlight" piece. This is therapy for me, and I cherish all of you who re-read this posted here today....
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February 08, 2009 11:58 AM EST --
"Roger?"
Bea calls up the stairs, peering through her thick lenses at the light in the upstairs hall. "Where is that man? Our show's about to start." She tisks, . . .
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August 05, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
I have taken a piece I wrote called, "A Wandering", and condensed it into a poem for a poetry Workshop that I have been taking at The Robert Frost homestead. I do not consider myself . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Every week day, around 3 o'clock or so, the big yellow school bus spit us all out at our stop on Depot Road. As the bus chugged away, we'd wave at our friends and stick our tongues out at our . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:19 AM EDT --
I entered the Lorian Hemingway Short Story Competition in April, 2008. The winners were just announced in Key West , FLA. I placed with Honorable Mention with my short story, Sea Glass . . .
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June 21, 2009 02:33 AM EDT --
I keep having dreams about you,
So close that I can smell your hair.
And I am mad at you so many times,
As I wrangle with my bruised feelings.
Why didn't I ever feel like your prize,
Even . . .
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