The Program

What he needed was a plan, a program. He sat down and made notes on some ideas about how he could organize himself. There was a healthy eating component, and exercise component, and a work component. Spelling it out, hour by hour, day by day, could keep him on track. Maybe.

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Crawfish

Her rattletrap Ford died in Austin, Texas on July 9, 1975. She wandered the bars on 6th Street until she found a fellow musician willing to loan a couch to crash on for a few days. Her new friend took her to a spot down by the river where a waiter dumped a bucket of crawfish on a piece of butcher paper in the middle of their table. She stared at the mess. She was supposed to eat that?

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Spring

I don’t really care that the exact moment when the sun is directly over the equator comes on March 20 most years. Equinox squeecanox. To me spring begins on March 21 and that’s that. No question about it. Why? Spring is my birthday present, mine personally. And that means it comes on March 21.

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Irish

Is everyone Irish? Everyone I know who has used Ancestry.com gets word back that they are partly Irish. Even when you think you know where you came from, know your family history, there’s this Irish bit in there. Nothing wrong with being Irish, of course. Maybe the Irish conquered the world and we didn’t know it.

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The First Thing

I seem to miss a day now and then posting on the blog lately. I don’t mean to. Maybe it’s the political situation, or maybe it’s me recovering from 2 surgeries in quick succession, but this blog isn’t the first thing on my mind some days. If, by some horrible omission, I do miss a day, please feel free to dig into the archives. Writing prompts are everywhere.

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The Road

He sped down the road. I was merely a passenger, stuck in the back seat. I yelled as loud as I could that he was on the wrong road. He cared little what anyone thought because he knew at the end of the road he would find a pot of gold meant just for him. He wasn’t the kind who would share.

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Umbrella

The shadow spread silently under the umbrella of capitalism. It poured into minds and hearts, affirming greed and exploitation. Traditional values such as the importance of the individual and the rights of others grew coated with dark cobwebs of power and money.

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A Good Word

I learned a good new word the other day. Eyehump. It’s so descriptive, isn’t it? I’m dying to use it in a blog post for my entertainment blog. I wrote a post about a woman who gives men smoldering, smokey-eyed looks and wanted to use it there, but it doesn’t fit with her character. Now I’m searching for a place to put my new word. If only Lost Girl was still on the air, I could use it there!

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I Coulda Been

I coulda been one of those people whose vinyl record collection was still an everyday part of their lives. I coulda kept my turntable and my stereo components. I shoulda. Now I have an iPod that cuts off the end of songs and a batch of cassettes that need to go wherever all that old vinyl went. I can’t even insert a CD into my computer anymore to put new songs into iTunes. I woulda loved having all that old vinyl around.

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