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Steve Jobs, though gone, will never be forgotten. He’s left his indelible imprint on our daily lives in the way we communicate and connect with the world around us. How many of us can say we’ve been as influential? One of my favorite posters I keep in my classroom talks about making footprints on the world. Wherever you go, you always leave a footprint. Make it a good one. Usually I use it to

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Just thought I would share this photo of Taya I'm entering in a contest. I took this shot last summer while we were camping. I literally got down on  the ground and aimed my lens up at my daughter who was having a grand ol' time blowing dandelion seeds everywhere. With the light behind her, she was nicely backlit. When I got back home, I edited this in Lightroom by toying with the contrast and

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Most aspiring writers I know stalk agent blogs faithfully. We live for getting one tiny morsel of inside information about publishing. But what is it like to actually be a writer who has snagged an agent or publishing contract? Most of us may never know. http://www.foreverrewriting.blogspot.com/ has a great two part interview with writer Becky Wallace who gives us an inside view of her life as an

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It’s mid-summer already and the panic is beginning to set in. On crap! Summer break is almost over! While parents are thrilled to death with the impending return of school, teachers everywhere are rushing about trying to finish everything on their summer To-Do list. Who knew that 8 weeks could be so short? Here is what my summer list looks like: • Keep the house clean every single day – no

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As I write this, I'm still in my nighttime attire (don't judge me), plopped down on my bed typing away on my laptop. It's 11:16 in  the morning. Am I working on editing my completed manuscript? Heck no. I edited one chapter and then lost focus, watched a couple hours of Charmed reruns while I surfed the web, and talked to my sister. Am I writing the next chapter of my WIP? Nope. I started to, but

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Here is a quick sneak peek of my newest work in progress. Hope you like it! ****“I need your help.” It always started like that. Some broad would come into the office begging for help. Jack stifled a groan, refusing to even look at the woman who graced his doorway. Well, not this time. He was hanging up his badge. “We’re closed. Go away.” Jack tugged the fedora lower to shield his eyes and

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Got this really cryptic email this evening. Just a photo and a one line message saying that I could add this to my website or blog! I'll take it! Now, my first chapter of REDEMPTION FOR LIARS will be judged by an editor for Harlequin Intrigue. I am excited beyond words! Who cares if I win . . . wait . . . scratch that . . . winning would still be uber cool. More importantly, I really can

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Mom, the rock of our family and a friend to everyone else, has completed her first round of chemo to treat her chronic lymphocytic leukemia. She tolerated the treatment as well as anyone can be expected. So far her only side effects have been extreme exhaustion and constant nausea. Her next round will be on August 9-13. I'm sure she would greatly appreciate your prayers, support, emails, and

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I've never taken an actual creative writing class. EVER. I've written poetry, plays, stories, a novel, and taken far more college writing courses than I care to remember. But I've never actually been officially schooled on how to write a publishable short story. This summer, our local library is offering a creative writing class for adults. This week's assignment was to focus on details in

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Pansy and Poppy loved to play together. Sometimes, Pansy forgot Poppy wasn’t a kid like her. He was her grandpa. He was the best grandpa and he was her best friend.“Higher! Higher!” Poppy squealed when Pansy pushed him on the swings.“Faster! Faster! Pansy shouted when Poppy raced her down the hill.One day, Poppy was too sick to come out to play. Pansy tried to play by herself, but Hide and Seek

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Found: Three extra pounds, apparently lost and looking for a new home, found their way to my bathroom scale over the weekend. Will the previous owner of the weight, please claim them. My jeans can't handle all the excess and have begun to revolt. Send help quick!

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Annie’s gnarled hands creaked as she willed her hand to open. Slowly, her arthritic fingers unfurled enough to latch onto the small, tart apple still tethered to the tree by the stem. The effort of simply grabbing the apple sapped her energy but she was determined to taste the sweet flesh of the apple for the last time. She let the weight of her crippled body do all the work as the

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Who knew teaching a 6 year old to play Rock, Paper, Sissors would be such a monumental mistake? Once Ian learned how to play the simple game, he then taught his baby sister, Taya. And that's when the trouble began. Competitive older brother meets up with stubborn, bossy little sister in the backseat during car rides and tearful trouble ensues. Along comes Papa, who throws a wrench in the already

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A couple of nights ago, I overheard my daughter talking to our Russian tortoise, Igor. She was trying to teach him how to burp. It was too funny to not pass along.

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To the men who laid me off (not laid me . . . that would have been far more pleasurable than losing my job), I want to say thank you. That’s not to say that I enjoyed the process of losing my job nor the humbling experience of applying for unemployment, but I have learned several fantastic, hard-earned lessons that I will remember for the rest of my life. To begin with, I have learned to

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All is right with my world (most of the time) here at My Write World. This blog is intended to be a place where I can share bits and pieces of my current Works In Progress (WIPs). You are now my sounding board & critique group. It will also be a place for us to share our adventures in parenting and our misadventures in living the June Cleaver lifestyle. Come on . . . you know the one I mean.

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