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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
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The Wildcard Round! This Week's winner, as selected from all eligible entries by the Virtual Dice, will receive an Inquisitive MB! Have you ever been on tv, the radio, or in your local newspaper before? Tell us about it! If not, tell us about someone you know who has.
Yep, I've been on television when I was 5. We went to Chicago and I was on the Bozo show. I went with my Brownie troop, though I don't remember much.
As for the newspaper, this is going to take a bit of history. My parents divorced when I was two, and my father didn't come around much. When I was 17 I went searching for him, found his mother's house and a few weeks later, I met my father. The relationship was short-lived. He would come in and out of my life for a few years, but never anything steady. In 2001, not long after buying the house I live in now, I happened to be going through the newspaper. I skimmed the page where there was an article about a new local business. I looked at the picture, didn't recognize anyone, and then I noticed the names. And there it was, in bold black staring back at me. My father's name. I didn't even know he was living here again. And in the same damn city no less. My father was a truck driver out of California and hardly ever had a route through Michigan. To learn he was back, living here, in the same damn city and he hadn't bothered contacting me really annoyed the hell out of me.
I still have that newspaper article. No idea why. He's long since passed away. But there's my story.
Thanks for all the great reading and interesting stories this month my fellow bloggers~
WakeUpAndLive~lifestyle change  , Prosperous Snow celebrating  , Winter Wonderin' Wanderin'  , Kit  , ember_rain, LdyPhoenix  , Mitchopolis  , Chris Breva  , Lostwordsmith  , SB Musing , Jade Amber Jewel , Apondia 
and of course a big shout out to Fivesixer  for keeping us going with the prompts.
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