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Travel, thoughts and tra la la
A somewhat healthy obsession with photography
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Honest poetry
Speech Language Pathologist, Writer, Blogger -- musings, anecdotes, stories, quotes, life lessons and growth
Dusk & Resurrection
My photography journey as a hobbyist
Sharing the World We Love
poetry, words, visions on life
Man is only a pilgrim on Earth
9 out of 10 people don't look
age is just a (biggish) number
Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
There may be more truth in this than the author intended. We color our circumstances with our attitude toward them. I choose to color in deep, rich colors (especially red) that help me find joy. But I’m no Pollyanna. When I awake with an especially painful headache (because there is a headache EVERY morning) I still say “Oh, sh–“, then take my pills and anticipate that I might be lucky and it will go away!
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It’s difficult to be a Pollyanna when we’ve been hit so hard by reality – let’s just say we are well balanced, lol.
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