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Nothing & Everything.

Even if we lived in the ghetto, it would be all good. You’re my suit of armour, I’d survive in the hood.

Even if flowers were nonexistent in our yard, you’re my dozen roses and a greeting card. 156 more words


Three Thoughts on Improvised Chekhov

I’m currently rehearsing for a show called Nothing & Everything: Improvised Anton Chekhov Plays, which opens in a couple of weekends at The Hideout Theatre. 914 more words



My second teen kiss was from Erik behind a Wendy’s in Orlando. He was vacationing with his sister. I was with our church group. We’d met in Disney at the beginning of the week. 99 more words

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Night Owls

The good news is fellow bloggers are creative at night too.
The bad news is I have to write myself into bed…

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Tea For Two

I never understood why Nana had so much shit on her table. She barely had any room to sit there and enjoy a cup of tea. 91 more words

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My friends and colleagues seem to think I had an overactive exhausting weekend because my relatives were in town and I went to a wedding. They believe what they will. 107 more words

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