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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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My great-great Grandmother lived to be 103. She was a remarkable and resilient woman who taught school in a one-room school house until she went blind at the age of 40. She raised her children mostly on her own, and she lived independently into her 90s when she put herself in a care home. The
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I’ve been told I’m intimidating. This is a comment I’ve always found amusing because I am barely 5 feet tall, and only recently met the weight limit to donate blood. Perhaps this perception of my intimidating presence comes from my refusal to be intimidated by others. I’ve been afraid for my safety on several occasions,
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Time moves differently as you age. When you’re a child, three years feels like an eternity. As a teen, three years feels like another lifetime. As a young adult, three years feels life changing. As an adult, three years feels like no time at all. Maybe that’s because you’ve already lived 3 years several times
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Even if I could go back, I wouldn’t. There have been many good years of my life that I look back on fondly. And there have been many difficult years of my life, that might have turned out differently if I knew then what I know now. Still, I wouldn’t change anything if I could.
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I’ve been participating in NaNoWriMo for nearly a decade. Over the years, I wrote about NaNoWriMo on this blog. I first heard about this annual event in my creative writing class in high school. While the thought of writing an entire novel in a month felt daunting, the community aspect excited me. Writers from all
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I bought a house yesterday. It remains to be seen if this is a commitment I am ready for, but the papers are signed, and money changed hands, so It’s too late to back out now. Over the last month we’ve been slowly packing up the apartment for the move. We’ve been taking everything box-by-box
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My partner and I have been thinking about buying a house. There’s a little house in the center of town that’s been left empty for nearly 30 years. The house was built in 1905, then bought by a famous beauty school in 1965. As far as the county records show the building has been empty
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I go through paper Like it grows on trees And I live in a forest. Putting pen to the page Is grounding in a way Typing is not. Paper grants the freedom To organize my thoughts Beyond the bounds Of pixels and bytes.
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Sometimes I am Ashley, and Sometimes Mae. I am one, I am none, I am both. My identity is complex and ever shifting with the seasons. Sometimes I am “Ashley”- the gifted middle child who overcame an unstable upbringing to become a successful business woman. Sometimes I am “Mae”- the impulsive creative with a Renaissance
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I broke my pinky finger once. I didn’t break the bone, but I tore a ligament pretty badly which required me to wear a splint on for a few weeks. It happened when I was back in college, working full time as a night-shift janitor. I was sleep deprived, and distracted because my on-again-off-again boyfriend
Bringing Mae Flowers 