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Hmmm, what a shame. While I only contribute sporadically and meagerly, I’ve enjoyed this space. However, if it is not published in a peer-reviewed journal, I probably haven’t read it in the past 4 months, and that […]

The story was a sad one when it began and it remains a sad story, regardless of verdict. We all have opinions on guilt or lack of guilt based on what we have seen or heard AND our own filters. My life experiences, my vocation, my education all enter in to filter (or color) knowledge [...]

I would like to add that I always wanted to be Carolyn Keene when I grew up. Not sure what went wrong where.

Remember the Sesame Street jingle….One of these things is not like the other…? 1. Compassion Fatigue:Coping with Secondary Traumatic Stress Disorder (C.R.Figley) 2. Treating Trauma and Traumatic Grief in Children and Adolescents (Cohen & Mannarino) 3. Child Abuse and Culture ( Fontes) 4. Collaborative Treatment of Traumatized Children and…[Read more]

I read this piece through tears, mourning the inevitable in my life.

I would like to participate…but i’ve always been team Edward. Never understood the team Jacob people.

Mama P, I think you are great, but that gave me a headache.

This put a much-needed smile on my face. Thank you.

And a belated happy birthday to you, ethel-egg.

Thank you for writing. Well done.

It reminded me of the aphorism, “We didn’t choose addiction, but we have to deal with it” or something like that. I am impressed with your strength, insightfulness, and determination.

A day at a time, invisible friend. It’s all any of us can do, really.

Well done, Dieter. The writing, and the living.
Take good care.

The Mafia nickname generator tells me I am Harriet “the Pope” Spys.

I don’t know why.

“The Family” has referred to me as Boo Boo Bear in the past. None of this puts fear in the hearts of men, does it?

#7.8.9.10. Me too, me too, me too, me too. But, ” I’m probably one panic away from living in a yurt and weaving my own fabrics.” You lost me there, sister. Not even close. Although with the right VISA card I would enjoy purchasing your hand-woven fabric. Hi! And thanks for sharing, as we say [...]

I don’t know who the British woman is, but that is EXACTLY what my hair looks like when I wake up in the morning.

Oh god. Now I see where I went wrong with the young’uns.

Hello, Bleak. Somedays, I want to work in a library too. Other days, a flower shop. Or a bakery…but then I would have to get up to early and would end up weighing 500 lbs no doubt.

Anyway, nice to meet you.

Bless you, Mama. This is as close as I will ever get to fame. And it comes just in the nick of time, as I believe I may be dying from the plague I contracted by kissing elderly aunts at said funeral.

Also….I googled it. Linda Ellis is the author of The Dash. So there ya go.

Oh, thanks for reading The Reading. Irish: “a tea kettle about to blow” describes it perfectly. Monk: BUT I ONLY ATE ONE PIECE SO IT WAS NOT MY FAULT. G.Jane: I love Aunt Wiwi and Uncle Vincent. I hope when I am that old (?) I give people lots to talk about. DIeter: You made [...]

Surprised. Confused. Lost. But look, I have 4 friends. Damn.