Jesse In Common

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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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Amazing Alexia and Those Bratty Girls

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I am looking at her. She is talking to me and I am looking at her and I don’t know what is going on. Why is she talking to me? She...
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Amazing Alexia and the Red Chair Fiasco

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I just want to say that I believe that if you tell someone that they are going to get something they really really want, then you should r...
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Something She Never Said Out Loud

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Really? Do you really think she was amazing? Tell me about that. Tell me what it is about her exactly, that makes her amazing — at least, ...
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Thursday, June 7, 2012

We Did Hold Our Breath

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Finally I just couldn’t take it any more, you know what I mean? I mean, there was so much sadness and loss and loneliness. Desperate lonel...
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Liz Gilbert
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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