Category: Confessions of a Writing Freak

Exploring Relationships, Love, and Life

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Barn Cleaning and Why…

We have cleaned the barn out. I’m not even sure why we call it a barn anymore as there are no longer animals living there, but I digress. It’s strange, I don’t hear about people doing their spring and fall cleaning as in days past. I remember doing some extra deep cleaning when the weather…
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Planning

I’ve been making my own printed planners for years now. It started out due to necessity. I have terrible large hand-writing do to an injury sustained in tenth grade. Can you believe that biology class I managed to put a piece of glass tubing the size of a pencil through my hand?… but that is…
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Miss Sally Does it Again

We decided to take a trip to a large yearly fair in Maine called Common Ground. Miss Sally had never been, and it was high time she went. So we rented a trolley for the week because the fairgrounds are massive. And Mr. V drove us to the fair. After fighting the trolley in an…
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Oh, Mr. V

I did mention Miss Sally was a character. I will never forget this day. My husband and Miss Sally had met but never really spent much time together. And this day in particular we went shopping together. Miss Sally needed someone to cook for her as she was unable to stand long enough at the…
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Oh, Miss Sally

Miss Sally rarely left my side when we were shopping but occasionally she would to make her bathrooms runs. She wasn’t to the point where she needed help getting to the bathroom but she was to the point that walking through a big box store was a bit much. So I would get her a…
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Death do us Part

I wrote a post recently on death and I’m still not sure I’ll publish it but. I wanted to talk about my friend. One of the things that make us a society is the need to share with one another. So today I’m sharing my time with Miss Sally. I met Miss Sally several years…
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Life Changes

Life Changes It’s funny how things affect us. I had my first inkling of what death truly meant as a child when my cat Quincy died. I was inconsolable. At least for the first few days and my parents berated me for showing my grief in this manner. My next experience with death was my…
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This is my first blog post in years.

Life is funny. I find it strange after a long break (long meaning years). I would find myself blogging again. I’ve never stopped writing since I started in mid 2014. I never thought I’d write stories. I was a musician not a person adept at using words convey feeling. To say read a lot would…
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