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I’ve known Mary Lou for 12 years now. I promise that what I’m about to say is not hyperbole, I seriously have never met anyone as giving of their time and knowledge when it comes to nurturing and… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
I’ve been down this road before, he explains to his new lady friend as he lies practically asleep on the bar. I will L-word you and you will L-word me and we will get momentarily lost in the sheer… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
Not to be confused with Hollywood, the idea. This is Hollywood, the city. It’s not beautifully lit and most of the people in it are not camera-ready. He’s one of the regular day drinkers, sitting in… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
He said that he couldn’t bear to leave her. He said he tried to imagine his life without her and he just couldn’t. She said, Try harder, and she got up and left him there. She didn’t look back and he… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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My first memory of the power of love was when I was in the 5th grade. Two kids were circling me on the playground and ganging up on me with mean words and threats of potential fisticuffs. For reasons… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
Just a Girl in the Whirl - ruminate - chapter 28 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1009421197-just-a-girl-in-the-whirl-ruminate-chapter-28?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AnnieWood888&wp_originator=6QEjLcTekc2rWaBCmObRLHdu9s8SvcCFF3VVYslSCoH2cjI6jA5tRrw2nC0KUJSHJ3c1vGEZHgNjl2O%2BC1jGhpnDYIPMYDtVdYl2XaILRhpMfCuhtMElx39raINe6Mwl Seventeen year old Lauren is a closet poet who has everything under control (she claims) in regards to her taking care of her two younger sisters and her bipolar mother. But when her allegedly sober father wants back into their lives everything spins out of control. Lauren feels that the fate of her family is in her hands and poetry is her only escape.
Okay, maybe I’m a bit biased. I had my own TV show in the 90s (BZZZ!) and it afforded me some unforgettable times. I was young, wild, and FREEEEEEEE. WEEEEEEEE! But, really, it’s not just my own life… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
Just a Girl in the Whirl - bolt - chapter 27 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/9Qbhxzrjacb Seventeen year old Lauren is a closet poet who has everything under control (she claims) in regards to her taking care of her two younger sisters and her bipolar mother. But when her allegedly sober father wants back into their lives everything spins out of control. Lauren feels that the fate of her family is in her hands and poetry is her only escape.
I’ve been a meditator my whole life and a daily yogini for several years now. I’ll write more on the subject in the future, but for now, I just want to let you know that I’m speaking first hand when… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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Just a Girl in the Whirl - fragmentize - chapter 26 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/fudxZl0E0bb Seventeen year old Lauren is a closet poet who has everything under control (she claims) in regards to her taking care of her two younger sisters and her bipolar mother. But when her allegedly sober father wants back into their lives everything spins out of control. Lauren feels that the fate of her family is in her hands and poetry is her only escape.
Sometimes it’s a talent you have that maybe you’re not even sure is a talent. But other people tell you enough times that it is so you accept it. Some people might spend a lifetime searching for the… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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Just a Girl in the Whirl - Unconventional - Chapter 24 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Biw5lE99zbb Seventeen year old Lauren is a closet poet who has everything under control (she claims) in regards to her taking care of her two younger sisters and her bipolar mother. But when her allegedly sober father wants back into their lives everything spins out of control. Lauren feels that the fate of her family is in her hands and poetry is her only escape.
As a teenager, I remember going to the Laemmle theatre on Sunset Blvd to see Henry Jaglom’s film, Eating, a movie about women and their relationship with food. What I remember liking about it was how… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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Just a Girl in the Whirl - Kinship - Chapter 23 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/gVgcq7cUrbb Seventeen year old Lauren is a closet poet who has everything under control (she claims) in regards to her taking care of her two younger sisters and her bipolar mother. But when her allegedly sober father wants back into their lives everything spins out of control. Lauren feels that the fate of her family is in her hands and poetry is her only escape.
“It may sound crude,” Angela began, “But I think I’ve finally gotten to the bottom of this whole fear of intimacy thing people keep labeling me with. Angela lay stiffly on the massage table as Helga… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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It was a snowy day in Cleveland. I sat alone in my much-too-large-for-only-one-person-apartment, wondering. Wondering entirely-too-intensely-about-everything-I-could-think-of. Has anyone ever died… — Read and discuss this story with the author and others on ManyStories
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