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The Rupture of the Mother Line and the Cost of Becoming Real. Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank you! Posted in About writing. DIY Baking Soda No Poo Shampoo An Organic Conversation. I kid you not, ladies and gentlemen.
Why are you here? July 13, 2015. So I need an explanation on how am still getting five to ten visitors per week. Clearly the world is packed full of people that have way too much time on their hands.
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Vegetarian and Vegan For Everyone! Welcome to Our Kitchen! Posted by Tree Diva. As it happens, the good food on this blog is vegetarian or vegan. So pour your favorite beverage, settle in, and join us in enjoying the good food here in our internet kitchen! Mexican Chipotle Field Roast Sausages.
This is a blog about my experience and feelings over the suicide of my 23 year old daughter Kaitlyn on 4-11-13. Videos that are important to me. Medical Student and Physician Depression and Suicide. Thank you Pamela for all you do.
Originally posted on In So Many Words. The following poem is a three-way collaboration between myself and two exceedingly talented poets. Sex is the last thing i want. Sex is the last thing i want.
A Middle Age Black Woman Speaks. Why Job Applications are So Irritating and What to Do About Them. On January 7, 2017. The new year always brings a desire for change and one of the changes people look to do is change jobs. However any optimism in exploring new opportunities can quickly dry up like a raisin in the sun when faced with the job application itself. Failure to Make it Simple. People want to know the name of the company, key responsibilities and pay. Nobody wants to read a.
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Where I write and you read. Who I will push away. I cause suffering and I hate it. Posted from WordPress for Android. It makes me want to pull my fucking hair out. Does no one listen? I want .