Winners are picked in a week. Today we celebrate a momentous occasion - our fifth participant to collect.

Oh, and the Other Thing. If You Are a Writer. Write! Pictures, Poetry and Prose. Sunday, August 2, 2009. Mom is doing much better. The chemo has begun to do its work. Thursday, July 23, 2009. 25 Questions - 24 and 25. How would you like to die? What is your motto? Monday, July 20, 2009.

The overhanging sycamore canopy at the entrance to Claremont encapsulates you. Like boneless, endless arms wanting to pull you up into the clouds above. A thin furrow of grass illuminates like lime neon in the centre of the narrow avenue. The headlights of my rental throw shafts of pale straw light through the tiny gaps. Stevens, I assume? 8220;Yes, but please call me Gerry.

In my seventh-grade class, we are working on narratives. Just like in sixth grade, I had my seventh graders choose a topic from their notebook and just begin writing. Today, I read two stories,. The Teacher from the Black Lagoon. Why Do I Teach? .

Thursday, April 5, 2012. I just think this pic is friggin AWESOME! Whoever did it. Wednesday, March 28, 2012. But, at last, I have been reunited with my one true love. BOOKS! Thursday, February 23, 2012.

The thoughts and happenings of Cathryn Leigh as she juggles a husband, two kids, a career, and other hobbies with her love of writing. Tuesday, May 28, 2013. Not jsut from work, but from the family as well. I took off all my hats, leaving only that of daughter and writer on, and whizzed away into the Poconos. Mountain Spreings Lake Resort, PA. Plotting on the Cabin Wall.

This blog takes you from the ordinary to the extraordinary. Or does it? Perhaps everything is already extraordinary. Skirts, Pearls and Shattered Ceilings. I wore a dress and pearls to work today. I mean, the dress was because of a presentation. The pearls were because they matched the dress, and the earrings were brand new.

April 6, 2008 by Margo Lamont. Much of what we hear. But every now and then. To remain forever, unforgettable. I wonder if when we go from this life. The memory of it will remain,. Or fade, as quickly as a dream does. April 6, 2008 by Margo Lamont. Surging up and down on foreign shore. Sifting, shifting, swirls in constant motion. Leaping forward, falling back once more.

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