For about two and a half decades, our daughter, Greta, has been an avid reader. As a teenager she would devour a 600 page novel faster than Buster (our dog) could eat a Milk Bone doggie biscuit.
Occasionally, she’d share a little something she’d written for a class project or to promote a worthy cause. The examples of her work thatwere always tightly written, witty, and flowed like a friendly conversation. Numerous times I encouraged her to take up writing and become a story teller. She would just roll her eyes and scoff. After all, what do parents know?
Finally, someone else asked her to write an article and it took her about 2 seconds to say yes. Today she became “published.” Needless to say, Dad is very proud. Click on the title . . .
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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