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Category: I Swear I Lived
Today I Am a Writer
They say to be a good writer, I must write every day, regardless if I want to or not. They say it separates the hobbyists from the skilled workers. The professionals from the amateurs. The women from the girls. I do write every day.… Continue Reading “Today I Am a Writer”
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I Never Meant to Be a Thief
I never intended to be a thief, but I was a good one. This is my story with Tricks of the Trade.
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The Apartment
One night, I snuggled under heavy quilts in a bunkhouse at the Home on the Range, and the next, I laid on a hard black futon in a bleak city apartment. I was now fifteen. It was my grandparent’s idea. They disliked the Ranch and its… Continue Reading “The Apartment”
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Progress not Perfection
A while ago I met with a stay-at-home mom who desperately wanted to get her life and home in order. She had two young girls, a third on the way, and a hard-working, loving husband. She felt like no matter what she did –… Continue Reading “Progress not Perfection”
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Surgery, Bones and Building
I had surgery on December 3, 2021. An expansive team of Mayo Clinic surgeons extracted the fibula bone and artery from my right leg and inserted them into my left arm as a new, living, humerus bone. My existing humerus had eroded from an… Continue Reading “Surgery, Bones and Building”
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My Fibula Is Now My Humerus
“Enjoy your night,” quipped the phlebotomist. Inside, hysterics as blood-filled tubes dangle from my body. My fibula is now my humerus.
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Joan’s Place
I rode my bike, a boy’s BMX racer, to school those days, even in the blistering Colorado deep freezes. Many mornings I’d watch the weather report forecast the risk of frostbite as I zipped up my three sizes too large coat and plodded out the door.
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