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In-the-World Travels with Jimmy and Janie. I slept in all my clothes in the motel Charlottesville, which meant I had nothing to do when I rolled out of bed other than get on my bike. I rode out of town in the early morning dark, something I had done nearly every day for the past almost three weeks.
October 7, 2017 200 or 150 miles St. The date for next year is set! Saturday, October 7, 2017. Wildwood Hills Ranch, St. 150 or 200 miles of the best gravel and dirt roads in south central Iowa. Registration will open in May, 2017. Photos and Race Reports Page.
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Home is where your story begins. The Bright Side of the Moon. Home is where your story begins. My favorite books are literary and historical fiction, especially stories about homes, families and relationships, especially in other places and time periods. This is why I am drawn to books like. To Kill a Mockingbird, A Tree Grows in Brooklin, Peace Like a River. These are also the kind of stories I like to write.
There is a quiver, a voice, a scratch on the back of my throat at all times. That spins magical magnificent memories in the form of words i cannot live without. I call these wonderfully wierd impulses as my poetry. We make make diamond words out of coal memories. We know how to bend and shake up words until they shiver and are nothing but dust. We paint gods out of human palettes.
A place for a good giggle or a little rant. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Follow JJ Jibberjabber on WordPress. Not By The Hair on my Nippy-Nip-Nipple. If your younger brother can run 7 KM now and only stop once, so can you.
Musings on infertility, being a 39-year-old pregnant woman, and growing an alien inside. I Sing the Song of My Maternity Pants. I Sing the Song of My Maternity Pants. We lift them up, and we sing unto you, maternity pants. People say babies are a gift from God. After two years of lost hope and countless futile fertility treatments, the long-fought-for bean growing in my belly is testament to that. Sure, my pants had grown.