Monthly Archives: March 2015

Scrubs

Originally posted on FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM:
I am a writer. When asked, upon meeting someone new, “What do you do?” these four words are tough for me. ┬áLately, I’ve been wondering why. “I am a writer,” sounds silly, whimsical,…

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A sentence a day, day 108 (the absolute last one with two sentences)

1) Every time she sees the NewsHour’s sponsors on PBS, she thinks of her son, who is a proud member of the IBEW. 2) He is home, back on American soil, both exhausted and exhilarated. When I started this sentence … Continue reading

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A sentence a day, day 107 (the last one?)

Taxes are mailed, possibly sensitive documents are shredded, and a son is on his way home; therefore, life is good. Thanks to Jane for the challenge.

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A sentence a day, day 106

When did the boy become a man drinking beer in Germany?

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A sentence a day, days 104 and 105

She started another volunteer job working at a gift shop. The leaves of the crocuses peeked out from between leaves of brown, surprising her with spring.

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A sentence a day, day 103

It was a Monday, but the most wonderful Monday because her son said he was on his way home.

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A sentence a day (or two), Days 101 and 102

A night out dancing completed the day for the couple. The new phone book arrived, and she knew she was somebody (a reference to the movie, The Nerd).

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A sentence a day, le jour cent

Searching through her sock drawer, she rediscovered the packet of French lavender from cherished friends, and sniffing it, she smiled.

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A sentence a day, day 99

On the day she knew her son was finally leaving for home, she discovered that there was a yellow crocus bud in her flower bed, giving her two reasons to smile.

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A sentence a day, day 98

Hidden under dry brown leaves, the crocuses are pushing their way through the earth, yielding a happy surprise for the finder.

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