1 – I never name inanimate objects, since I usually forget their name anyway, but I did name my Kindle: Flufflesquizz! The husband said because of this, I’m not allowed to name our future RV. 2 – We’ve grown too dependent on emoticons, and because of such, if a person doesn’t include eleventy-katrillion smiley faces…
Angela Giles Klocke » Southern Colorado Writer & Photographer
Tag Archives: writerEh. The thing is, I love poetry. I just don’t have a great history of writing it in a way that makes people go, “Ooooooh, poetry!” Usually, it’s more like, “Thank you for sharing.” Yeah. Every once in a while, I think I write something in a blog post or my book(s) that sounds poetic,… In 2008, I started my educational journey at the local community college. I went in without a clue. I signed up for a business degree. A business degree? Oh, that’s funny! It is so far away from anything I’d really want to do that I was more scared than excited. By the end of the… I’m giving myself 20 minutes to free-write the junk in my head before I release it for the day and move on. Today marks 14 years. Fourteen years since his life ended and mine began. Fourteen years of traveling through guilt, recovery of self, sadness, happiness, relief, more guilt, and patching up wounds that never… “When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” -Ansel Adams Over the last year, I’ve been eyeball-deep in photography. I was burned out on writing as a whole. I saw it coming and I let the fire burn out anyway. I even let writing… Open Letter to Pregnant and/or Parenting Teenagers Dear Young Mothers, I know you. I’ve been you. In many ways, I still am you, minus the middle of the night wake-ups to feed baby. I still have the same children I gave birth to when I was young (14), and I’m still too young to have… Dear Friends, Coming back to blogging (or not – ha ha ha!) feels kind of like coming home again. Which is…so opposite of where I was a month ago. I was really really really REALLY sure I was done with this. I had thought about it for months. I really had. Why is it the… Dear Friends, I don’t know what this is. I just feel like God has said to me that because I’m still here, I still have things to say. I’m not saying there was a booming voice from heaven or a burning bush while I was out on a hike (man, I do need to go… |
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