Jesse In Common

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A Mother’s Regret

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JESSE’S MOM: I think I want to write a book: How to Date a Widow. Or maybe it should be how to date someone who has lost th...
Sunday, January 6, 2013

What ever happened to that kid...

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My name is Steve Appleton and I am an alcoholic. (Hi, Steve.) Hello, everyone. So grateful to be here tonight. Thanks for ...
Wednesday, December 12, 2012

When Jasper Could Fly

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...it’s like that dream where I am trying to get somewhere. I have this recurring dream that I am trying to get to something...
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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Lithe Turkeys

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Jesse stares at his long slender fingers and thinks about all the turkeys he has made over the years at Thanksgiving time using th...
Thursday, September 20, 2012

And I said...

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It rains when you cry. Do you remember that? Ask the dog. Ask the birds. Ask the trees. They know. Sometimes when it is bad...
Monday, September 10, 2012

Pretty in Pink

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Dr. Willis: That’s a very interesting outfit you have on today, Jesse. Do you want to tell me about it? Jesse: You like...
Monday, July 16, 2012

Crushing on Jesse

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Every day the final bell rings at 3:35. Jesse will be at his bike 3:40. So if I want to see him, I have to have all of my books and everyt...
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This blog is fiction. While I hope there is truth here, this is not a true story. Depending on how and how long you have known me, you will recognize some things but that is to be expected, right? The seeds of this story arrived on my doorstep in October of 2010 in time for the first meeting of my awesome writing group. It has been making regular appearances ever since. It is not finished. If you follow this blog, you will get to watch it unfold with me. I was watching Brene Brown talk about how vulnerability is the birthplace of creativity at the exact instant I was needing creativity. The next instant I had the thought that having a blog where I posted elements of a story that has been haunting me for years would be the most vulnerable, terrifying thing I could possibly do. So here it is. This first post is what I call the opening number, like a musical. It is long. Most posts will probably not be anywhere near as long as this one. And with that ... here we go!
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