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The last time I posted was quite a while ago. I stated how I was going to write more, journal more, etc., etc. Well, it didn’t happen. I totally own it. I completely underestimated the power of grief from losing my mother a year ago, being a mother of a son who is struggling with
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It is a new year and a new decade. It is hard to believe. Today, I woke up early as every day. I wish I could say it was because I am too excited to start the day. In truth, I would love to sleep in; however, my hound dog has other ideas. He just
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It is now December 29th and no I didn’t finish NaNoWriMo. I also didn’t write a novel. I also totally failed on my exercise schedule. Work meetings and holiday activities got in the way. Excuses I know. The good news is that I did come up with a new children’s book and have started writing
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In just a few days, November will be here. To be that means NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)!! It is the one month of the year where I, and many many others, try to write 50,000 words in just one month. Some of us are successful; some of us are not and that is ok.
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Everyone struggles in life. Sometimes it takes us down a dark path, but we must always keep trudging along to find the way out. Lately, I have been feeling down. I lie. It has actually been over a year now. I have kept my distance from friends, my house is becoming a disaster, and I
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Last week I went on vacation and my writing slump felt like it was coming to an end. Then I realized that maybe I hadn’t been paying enough attention to myself. Maybe I was neglecting what my body and mind needs. Suddenly, the school year was over and I was on a beach without a
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This year was supposed to be my YEAR of WRITING, but something happened. Life. The truth is that I let life overwhelm me for a bit. So in an attempt to help me put every worry in it’s place and remember what is really important in our short lives…here are my confessions:
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As a special education teacher, it is always bittersweet when summer finally arrives. I am beyond ready for the break from IEPs, meetings, and SOL drama. However, the thought of leaving “my kids” is heartbreaking. I call them “my kids” not because they are “sped” but because during those 9-10 months of school I spend so
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Ten years ago, my sister was watching 20/20 or Primetime News and saw a story that immediately made her think of me. The story was about people whose senses seem to be blended: people who taste color, see certain numbers in color, “see” words they say, etc. Finally, I now had a name for my “different
Jessica Warren 