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CELEBRATE This Week: LXXII

I’m glad you are here to celebrate! Share a link to your blog post below and/or use #celebratelu to share celebrations on Twitter. Check out the details here. Celebrate This Week goes live on Friday night around 10(ish). Consider it as a weekend celebration. Whenever it fits in your life, add your link. Please leave a little comment love for the person who links before you. ***** {One.} I celebrate forgiveness, the kind of forgiveness that completely heals a heart that was harshly wounded, but is now repaired. Forgiveness that… Read more CELEBRATE This Week: LXXII

Vintage Slice 7

March 19, 2011 Saturday morning breakfast: microwave omelet, fresh fruit, and hot tea. I’m drinking a perfect cup of tea and eating Saturday breakfast. Like always, Andy made it for me. Snuggled under a blanket with my laptop balanced on my knees, writing in the day. No plans for laundry or dusting or meal planning until later, much later. I’m burying myself in fiction, allowing the characters to siege my mind. It’s quiet now, but not for long. Soon I will open my latest chapter. I will read it aloud and the characters… Read more Vintage Slice 7

Vintage Slice 3

Before Slice of Life, we shared notebook entries on Two Writing Teachers. This was my first post on Two Writing Teachers. June 12, 2007 I’m not sure how important they are in my life, and I’m not sure how much of an artifact they are, but something that I seem to have an obsession about is red shoes. I have — well, I’m not going to admit how many pairs — let’s just leave it at quite a few. There’s my red boots — I love the click click clack… Read more Vintage Slice 3

Vintage Slice 1

March 1, 2011 Hello March. I’ve been waiting for you. My soul feels you. Last summer I longed for a change in season. Summer wasn’t in my heart, but it held on and kept coming back and back and back. I couldn’t escape the summer memories, memories reminding me that sometimes life is just plain hard.  Winter was welcomed. The snow soothed my soul. The grey days hugged me. And now here you are, softening the earth, sunshining the sky, transforming me. Thank you March for knocking on my window… Read more Vintage Slice 1