Originally posted on M.A.B.E. with Coleman "What I See In The Mirror":
It took me ten years to get Social security, The Judge at my first hearing was nuts! He should have been retired. I couldn’t believe he was going to decide my fate. He told me that if I was 50 with all the same problems instead of 30 that he would approve me on the spot. But since I was too young I would have to wait.
My diseased spine wasn’t going to get any better. It was only going to get worse. Of course he denied me and I gave up.
Then one day I was in a lawyers office and this lawyer asked me what I did. I told him I was disabled but couldn’t get SS. Then I told him what happened. He told me to go home and get the ball rolling again. To fill out all the forms and when it was time to go…
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Originally posted on Armand Rosamilia:
before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…but
lust refused to settle in for a long winter’s nap.
nestled, snug in her bed, by why, oh why, do visions of the wrong guy dance in
figures that nothing could be better than a trip to the Emerald Isle for
Christmas break. So she takes a flying leap and follows her boyfriend home for
the holidays, not only sure that he will finally agree they’re
destined for each other, but also that Ireland will provide the perfect
backdrop to the beginning of their happily-ever-after.
gorgeous ex-girlfriend–don’t feel the same way, and even the family goat seems
to be conspiring against her well-laid plans…
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Originally posted on Bizarro Central:
by Eric Hendrixson
Even as a child he was like that. In school, during the class on fractions, he told the nun she was a liar and refused to listen. He was suspended for a week. He said, “You can’t have anything part-way.” When October came, he dressed up like a dictator for Halloween.
The Gypsy woman, really Mrs. Robbins from Cameron Street with a quilt on her hips and beads, squinted at his hand. She traced the lines with her index finger, said: “Two careers, three children, a long, safe, happy life, one marriage. Your talent is a slight buff at your pinky finger. The lines do not run deep.”
He left his candy sack in the living room. That night, nobody heard him sneak downstairs. It wasn’t until morning that his mother missed the paring knife. Even at the hospital, he refused to show the doctor his newly-lined…
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Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog..... An Author Promotions Enterprise!:
Some years ago, I was driving the thirty plus miles to the school where I was a first grade teacher when I wondered if there was a better way to make a living. The fact that I lived in the wilderness of northern Minnesota and was driving down a lonely forest road through a rising blizzard may have had something to do with the direction of my thoughts during that drive. When I drove home through what was by then a full-blown Minnesota blizzard, those thoughts coalesced into a decision. I mean, have you ever been in a blizzard in the woods where no one will come to your rescue if anything happens? If so, you know how I felt.
I decided I’d rather enjoy watching the weather blowing past my window while writing than make that drive. So when the school year ended, I said goodbye to teaching and…
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Originally posted on Being An Only Elgon:
Okay, it sounds dramatic. But it is pretty much true. For me, the turning point, the moment I seriously refocused my life and decided to pursue writing in a way I never had before happened on May 4, 1995. I was in surgery for a heart valve replacement for 17 hours that day. And in the course of the procedure I died seven times.
May 4th is, coincidentally, my bother Baris’ birthday. I mention that because as a child I was frequently compared to him, as in “you look so much like Baris when you do that” or even just the causal mention that as my own birthday,May 7th, approached my mother and/or my father would mention how old Baris would have been – always twenty years and three days older than me. So, in a way I always lived int eh shadow of my brother’s ghost.
The day I…
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Originally posted on authorsinterviews:
Name: Regan Walker
Where are you from? California
A little about yourself `ie your education Family life etc :
I’m a lawyer turned romance writer. I was educated on both coasts. My mother taught me to read when I was four. Since then, I’ve always had my nose stuck in a book! Now that I’m a writer of historical romance, I’m mostly on the computer. But I have a wonderful Golden Retriever who insists I take him on long walks twice a day. So I do get out! I have one child, a tall, dark and handsome son in his 20s.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
After finishing my Agents of the Crown trilogy of Regency romances, and several related stories, I just finished my first ever medieval romance, The Red Wolf’s Prize. I am very excited about it. It was such an adventure diving into the 11th century…
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