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Stories from Oz – The Olympic Stadium I
“Next Stop: Homebush!” The train is so crowded we can barely breathe. My boyfriend at the time is short – all I can see is the tip of his baseball cap…
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Consider Me Tagged!
My friend Amanda (not to be confused with my sister Amanda) has tagged me with this quiz. Therefore, I MUST take it . . . Four Jobs I’ve Had in My Life:…
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The Lawnmower
Feeling sort of melancholy lately. Probably has to do with the dreary weather: days and sunless days of chilly rain, dim murky light, oppressive cloud cover. Yuck. Anyway, Darlin’ and I are doing…
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Certified Tapeworm
I have become a tapeworm. I am an avid reader. Anyone who has seen my library, which takes up half of my roughly 400SF shed, can attest to this. Incidentally, it is…
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Stories of Oz – The Girl in Pink
I am telling a story of Australia. It’s out of sequence, later in the year, and anyway that’s how they come to me now – my thinking about that time isn’t linear, chronological. …