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Added by Jami Ward on June 30, 2010 at 5:00pm — 2 Comments
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Added by Ericka Gray on June 27, 2010 at 4:47pm — 5 Comments
Okay, relax. It's my choice
to fly by the seat of my pants
and my voice
will carry me places
emerge and emote,
emitting exuberance all the places I float.
So, relax. Stay ethereal.
Just this side of dilereal.
And know that in matters
that really do count,
where there is love,
love will win out.
Where you go isn't large.
It's the paths that you…
ContinueAdded by gracey on June 27, 2010 at 11:03am — 6 Comments
She closed the French doors
and stood by the mantel,
Grabbed the fire poker
whopped him on the head.
Found a roll of duct tape,
bound him up…
ContinueAdded by gracey on June 27, 2010 at 10:51am — 8 Comments
Added by Jami Ward on June 25, 2010 at 11:48pm — 4 Comments
Added by Lillian Gaffney on June 24, 2010 at 9:11pm — 2 Comments
Added by Karrie Chambless on June 24, 2010 at 8:00am — 4 Comments
Added by Jami Ward on June 23, 2010 at 11:50pm — 2 Comments
Added by Dorraine Darden on June 23, 2010 at 7:34pm — 11 Comments
Added by Karrie Chambless on June 23, 2010 at 11:50am — 5 Comments
I found my old ear-training/sight-singing classmate, Adam Carroll, through, you may have guessed, Facebook, listed as a favorite of another musician. I…
ContinueAdded by Karrie Chambless on June 22, 2010 at 4:27pm — 6 Comments
Added by Lillian Gaffney on June 22, 2010 at 12:35pm — 5 Comments
My beloved father was killed in a freak helicopter accident when I was 10 and a half. The "halfs" were so important at that age. Only 2 weeks before, he had flown his helicopter to my school where I was attending summer school. He landed on the play ground, came in and told the principal he was taking me for the day. My classmates were so jealous. All of the teachers called recess so the kids could see the helicopter. Off we went for the adventure of a lifetime! There I sat next to my daddy…
ContinueAdded by Kathy Kelly on June 20, 2010 at 2:55pm — 4 Comments
Father's Day
One of the earliest memories I have of my father was when we were on vacation in Colorado in the early 50's. Several hours after leaving the motel that morning headed west I
suddenly discovered I'd left my stuffed monkey – Zippy- back at the
motel room. After screaming and crying loud enough and with enough
juvenile authority I…
Added by Rick Reiley on June 20, 2010 at 10:17am — 4 Comments
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