Last night I watched a show about hoarders.
This woman was so emotionally attached to her, for lack of a better term, crap, that she couldn’t get rid of anything. When someone suggested she try separating herself, one item at a time, she broke down.
Today I was looking through my email and thought, “I should clear this out.”
I periodically clean out my inbox, but my folders are reminiscent of that hoarder’s rooms – riddled with debris.
I was nervous because there’s no going back from deletion, but I was doing an ok job.
Well, until I got to yours.
Showing posts with label 100 Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 100 Words. Show all posts
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Skin deep
Were we the same age, we’d be almost identical.
Our noses are the same – pointy with a funny dip on the tip. Eyes shaped the same, though hers are a shade darker than my greenish brown. Our top lips are thin, chins rounded, and hair a curly mess.
People have always drawn attention to our physical similarities. I’ve been not just her sister, but her twin on countless occasions.
Shock often follows the revelation that I’m her daughter...
Then we look at each other, her smile meeting my smirk – our unspoken code that says more than we ever could aloud.
My friend Mr. London Street started this lovely blog tradition: 100 word posts. He often invites others to give it a try - so I thought I would. You should check out his previous efforts, the latest of which is about Zombies. He's always taking suggestions for new topics...so pop on over, recommend a subject or two, and tell him what you think of his idea.
It is a lot harder than I thought to write only 100 words about a subject. I'm typically an overwriter, so this was particularly challenging. But I liked it, so I might just do it again.
Our noses are the same – pointy with a funny dip on the tip. Eyes shaped the same, though hers are a shade darker than my greenish brown. Our top lips are thin, chins rounded, and hair a curly mess.
People have always drawn attention to our physical similarities. I’ve been not just her sister, but her twin on countless occasions.
Shock often follows the revelation that I’m her daughter...
Then we look at each other, her smile meeting my smirk – our unspoken code that says more than we ever could aloud.
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My friend Mr. London Street started this lovely blog tradition: 100 word posts. He often invites others to give it a try - so I thought I would. You should check out his previous efforts, the latest of which is about Zombies. He's always taking suggestions for new topics...so pop on over, recommend a subject or two, and tell him what you think of his idea.
It is a lot harder than I thought to write only 100 words about a subject. I'm typically an overwriter, so this was particularly challenging. But I liked it, so I might just do it again.
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Just a quick, somewhat unrelated note: I'd like to thank all of the "lurkers" that have come out of hiding recently. I've been terribly lax about responding to comments lately, but I want you all to know that there's nothing better than receiving a comment from someone you didn't know was reading. And of course, new readers - thanks to you too. :)
If you're wondering what's coming up here, I'll give you a sneak peak: There's a rather risque blog post in the works (that I mentioned briefly on Twitter) and perhaps a new take on the art of blogger interviewing.
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