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Looking Around Me…A First Friday Photo/Coffee and Conversation Post
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The StoryFest Edition: Second Serving Sunday
A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphere…are you ready? It’s been rather a big week, for me, in small and deep ways… I know. That’s not very descriptive, is...
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Why AM I Writing a Character I Don’t Like?: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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A Bonus Cuppa With Chrys Fey: Introducing Ghost of Death
It’s been a bit since I’ve taken the time for A Bonus Cuppa with my readers. It wan’t intentional; I just got carried away in story worlds…it’s kind of an occupational hazard! Today, though, I have...
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“Are You Their Parent, or Their Friend?” Coffee and Conversation for June 26
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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July, Again….A First Friday Photo for Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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What’s Your Story? A Question for Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Who Are the People in YOUR Neighborhood? : Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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(Maybe Not So) Boldly Growing (In the Coffee Shop): Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Beginnings of a Pla -: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Selling Back-to-School: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Coffee and Conversation in Real Life
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Coinblade Chronicles: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Miracle of “Making-Do”: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Let’s Talk About Bullying, Part One: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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Let’s Talk About Bullying, Part Two: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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I Was Just Thinking….Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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A Matter of Timing: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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The Structure of Lovely Chaos: Coffee and Conversation
When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as...
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To What Do I Owe the Pressure? #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m looking at my caffeine intake as a little bit more than just enjoyable, this week. You see, on Thursday night, I had a migraine – one of the worst I’ve...
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