Tag: reading
group name: lauri
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March 06, 2008 08:02 PM EST --
It's by Stedman Graham (Oprah's honey) & it's called "Diversity: Leaders Not Labels: A New Plan for the 21st Century."
This book is just incredible ~ I can't say enough . . . more
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May 20, 2007 11:51 AM EDT --
15 months ago, I woke to find my wrist slashed and blood everywhere. I was horrified at myself. I called my little sister (what a disgusting excuse I was for a big sister). She drove . . . more
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May 31, 2006 08:37 PM EDT --
The old beach town
Reminds of the old days of the coast
The moss the dying gray moss
How it rests so languidly in the nestle of the trees
Old clapboard houses, line the streets
I can smell the salt . . . more
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May 31, 2006 09:01 PM EDT --
The Crutch
The differences, between us all,
I hear of religion, and of their desires, beliefs
My own,
And ponder about, what makes the difference
The growing of life stage, our minds our struggles . . . more
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April 16, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
An incident: a woman I had regarded as my best friend for ten years invited me for coffee. "So lovely to hear your voice," she'd said in her voicemail mesage, a response to my having called . . . more
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October 05, 2006 07:25 PM EDT --
Dave is a body main at the Post Office so our day starts early. He gets up about 4:30 am and makes coffee. Calls me down about 5 am. We have our coffee and I have a cigarette and he has his morning cigar. . . . more
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November 11, 2007 02:21 PM EST --
I recently read a wonderful book called "Natural Genius" by Susan Rubinyi. It's a book about a child with Asperger's syndrome, which is a mild form of autism.
My son was diagnosed . . . more
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May 31, 2006 08:34 PM EDT --
We walked the streets of Savannah,
Hand in hand, steel gray cobblestones underfoot
Slippery from the mist blown in by the riverboats
As we search for spirits of the old historic town,
Mystery fills . . . more
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May 31, 2006 08:41 PM EDT --
As I may bid you good-bye-
From your mortal casing
The memory of you my dear, the essence
Of your spirit, lingers on
In my mind, my eyes, and my heart
They feel you
With me, always
My senses aware . . . more
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May 31, 2006 08:30 PM EDT --
I look upon the gathering falseness of this earth
The wanderings in human disguise,
As they ramble on in their own tune
They keep the distance
Their capabilities, oh so naught
Stench, the scent of . . . more
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . . more
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September 17, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
Why is it such a good book? Please share!
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November 17, 2006 02:09 PM EST --
I want everyone to know. I have been seriously slacking on reading and commenting on my connections articles. I am really sorry for this. My only excuses are the 4 days I was in bed with the flu and then . . . more
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October 15, 2007 08:47 PM EDT --
In February of next year a new book is coming out called MANIC by Terri Cheney. It's Terri's memoir of her bipolar condition.
This is just a few sentences of what it's about:
A . . . more
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April 17, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
We edit the pain. This is how we survive.
But it remains like shrapnel under skin
and rises, and sometimes breaks the surface.
But it does not break us.
Sometimes it disfigures, or makes us perfect . . . more
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December 16, 2007 11:09 AM EST --
The last couple of weeks has been CRAZY!!!!! Two weeks ago today, we were awaken at midnight by popping noises, flashes of light, and an electrical burning smell!! My husband and . . . more
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December 29, 2007 12:05 AM EST --
I'm having a problem. The bipolar part of me is making it difficult for me to write. I'm a writer. I've always been a writer. From the time that I was in Jr. High I . . . more
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June 12, 2007 05:07 AM EDT --
Don't tear me a(par)t.
My s(par)tan life (par)ts
Like a stream. It de(par)ts
As you close my a(par)tment door.
(Par)ts of my rusted (par)titioned self
Finally fail - the com(par)tments
. . . more
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September 08, 2007 06:58 PM EDT --
"Life is a God-da*ned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred ninety-nine men out of a thousand are b*st*rds."
- Theodore Dreiser (1871-1945)
quoting an unnamed newspaper editor
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . . more
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