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W A S H W O R D S
http://washwords.com/words
one woman's words, wonderings, wanderings, in Washington DC
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Just start.
I know, odd thing to say from someone who seems to have “just STOPPED” blogging, but…in writing, and in life, the thing is: start. Fill the page, fill your heart, keep going, don’t stop to nitpick, just go. Then go some more. ...
Haiku Friday: Sweet
Apples and honey rain drops dance, september walks l’shana tova beginnings straddle endings, sorry crosses love white cloud and still voice apple-y honey, sweet are friends who stretch oak-like arms billow cool warmth, peace for more Washwords...
“And there was no one left to speak for me”
So, there was this protest in my fair city this weekend. “Against what? What are they so angry about?” asked a doe-eyed college kid on the metro “Everything,” replied my love. “Ask a different one, get a different answ...
Haiku Friday: Remembering
i remember you and the laughs, learning, stretching i didn’t count then. smell of hotel, but I now lived there, two whole days on nine-eleven. I don’t remember how or why i left… and stayed gone, away, alone. I only knew: go. blue h...
Haiku Friday: Ms. Fix it
This week Haiku Friday is also Flashback Friday – ahh verizon. Fios down again son of a blankety blank freakity freak freak Tee Vee should just work and yet, plug, unplug, rehook splitter, wire, cord No lights on the dash so it’s deep bre...
Remembering the music
In 1982, I was home sick (was that the year I had the chicken pox? or just strep throat? I don’t remember.) My father brought me mint chocolate chip milkshakes, word puzzles, and, one magical day, Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Yes the album...


Nice blog.
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