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Blast from the Past 11/25/2007: Misspent Youth

My misspent youth didn’t start until I was 27 years old. My parents came from the old strict Mormon culture. When I look back at my genealogy, I had a gggrandfather who knew Joseph Smith. 467 more words

Way Of The Girl

Poetry prompt Saturday

I have been a longstanding fan of the Sunday Scribblings blog, and now that it has come to a close, I feel rather bereft. But instead of moping around, I thought I would start my own prompt here on Understanding Alice. 36 more words

Poetry

Euclidean Trippin'


Image Credit: club Bow, NYC (now closed) from Daily Details

Locals call him Red-Eye, always off a midnight flight – he walks crisp in his business suit and blown-back hair – he’s a wind-up doll in jet lag limbo, 30 kilogram bags hanging under his juiced-wide-open eyes, like a corpse revived by witchcraft. 361 more words

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