Month: April 2016

Denouement

DFriends often beg me to write my memoir. I usually respond with something like, “there’s no resolution so why write it?” As I continue to work on this memoir I begin to see why it is important to finish it. It is not to write the best seller, gain notoriety or get rich. It is to leave something of myself behind and find the denouement within me.

Cacography

CMany school districts have opted to eliminate cursive writing as a required subject. Not a necessity in a computer driven age with texts, tweets and essays written on google drive. My keyboard becomes my best friend as I see the perfect penmanship of youth slipping away. My handwritten drafts these days resemble the cacography of a doctor’s script. Wait a minute. Doctors don’t hand write scripts anymore.

Blandiloquent

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Once in a while a blandiloquent comment shows up on social media with your name on it, one that maybe changes your perception of yourself. I asked for such a comment yesterday when I “liked” my pastor’s “One Like = One Compliment” post. The deal was she would say something wonderful about me. I feel honored and wordless by her response.

Flattery does get you nowhere somewhere.

 

Atychiphobia

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I’m having a bout of atychiphobia. It will be humanly impossible to complete this A-Z challenge and  write my memoir too. But wait, I’m not sure I can finish the memoir either. Maybe I’ll just sum it up here and be done with it. My hopeless chest is full of  “Unfinished projects. It’s my life story” (in six words).

April Fool’s – look for another 67 words tomorrow.

Wake Up

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It must be an April Fool’s prank. Not funny. For 32 years KGO radio has been my wake up call. The alarm sounds at 6:30 a.m. I hear the news and get out of bed after the weather report.  Was I dreaming this morning when the radio blasted out what sounded like psycho babble accompanied by spacy music? I waited for the weather. It didn’t happen. So I googled KGO. Still not believing what I saw online, I trudged down my steep driveway for the morning newspaper. I want to believe
it’s a bad April Fool’s joke.