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Friday is Random

Did I ever tell you about Edna, the snake lady? I was younger when I knew her. She was not young then. Her hair'd been gray for decades. She kept it short, short: tight curls against the sculptural curves of her head. Her hair was short and her skin was thin. Even though it sounds impossible, sometimes, when you looked at Edna, and the light was right, you could see her skull.

Which was weird, for she was so determinedly alive. Some people, you say they're energetic because they move a lot or...

Oh, Honey.

Some men just aren't the marrying kind. Somebody should have told you that, somewhere along the way. But here you are, and there he goes, and now you're sad and hurting.

Life goes like that sometimes. Don't be hard on yourself; things like this, they happen. There are men who are beautiful, who are funny, who make you feel special. Everybody loves them; they're the star of the show.

It is so much easier to love somebody than it is to be married to them. They get him when he's on, you get him w...

A little bit about being a Mom

My daughter brings me presents
When she comes back
From her walks, her bike rides

Look, Mama, this is a good bolt
Is this Chamomile
A feather black, twisted and spent

There are rules to this ritual
Dead things stay where they are
Even if they're cool

Don't touch anything
Sharp or rusty or too unknown to you
I'll come and see it instead

These treasures live in pockets
All over the house, in vases for a while
In memory, hers & mine, for always

This is not a post for everybody

but upon reading it, you'll know if it is for you or not. If it's not, I don't really want to hear about it. If it is, know that you are not alone and that you are loved.

This is a list of things you are allowed to do. I haven't gotten everything on there yet, so if you think of things to add, tell me in the comments.

Things you are allowed to do:

You are allowed to be cold.
You are allowed to be hungry.
You are allowed to not like the food that is given you.
You are allowed to want something bett...

Guest Blogging Opportunity for Erotica Authors

46) Looking for posts about anything related to self publishing and
erotica.

Name: Dalia Daudelin
Blog or Website URL: http://daliadaudelin.com/
Email: midnightclimaxerotica@gmail.com

Any length is fine, so long as it gets the point across. I prefer
those who are erotica authors, but I'll take erotica readers
too.

Previously published OK?: Yes

Rise and Shine My Freaky Darlings

Here we are, and it is not Friday yet. But soon, my friends, it will be. And I have a bunch of stuff I want to talk about, some of which may not be relevant to your interests and some of which absolutely may be. Expect no logical relationship between the following bits, save that they all captured at least some of my attention:

* If you are an artist who wants to be a working artist, a website you need to know about is Professional Artist Magazine. On the navigation bar, the third tab is "Call...

Here We Are On Monday

When I was little I did not understand the necessity of poetry. Today, I think it might be the only thing I understand. Valerie Worth died before I knew her work, which in a way is good, because it saves me the embarrassment of searching her out, finding her, wrapping my arms around her and saying, "You are wonderful? Do you know that? Wonderful, right down to your core!"

Here is her poem, Zinnias

Zinnias, stout and stiff,
Stand no nonsense; their colors
Stare, their leaves
Grow straight out, thei...

Thursday Morning, Here We Go!

There is nothing better in this world than waking up in a house that is warm. We're still in fall here; there are some leaves still upon the trees, there have only been a few freezes. The days are pleasant, but the nights have been cold.

Last night, it was raining hard enough that Tim shut the window so that Ashley, who sleeps there and is generally most insistent that the window stay open, would not get soaked to the bone. He is a most stubborn cat: when he decides he is going to lay somewhe...

Wednesday Morning

One of the things it took me a really long time to learn is that there's absolutely no relationship between the type of job one has, nor the schools one attended, and how intelligent one is. For me, it was easier to believe - for verily, the anecdotal proof whapped me in the face fairly often - that there are some brilliant people out there who never even made it through high school, who have blue collar or no collar jobs or no jobs at all. I got that. I understood that.

But when you look at...

From The Reading

It is natural that human beings should perceive God in terms of their earthly fathers. For most people, "God" is simply "father" written large. The only reference they have for "father" is human fathers, so they come to expect of God a universal version of what they have already known.

I've been reading Stephen Mansfield's Lincoln's Battle With God specifically because it is an examination of how a person believes one thing passionately at one point, and over the course of a lifetime filled wi...