“To love another person is to see the face of God.” – Victor Hugo
Still blooming after all these years? This award is for you. Maybe me. (Checking my birth certificate.)
Yup. I’m good to go here.
I would love to order a shrink wrap in a diner to talk me through all my worries.
That’s what I call soul food. 😉
A tweet tossed into the universe, written on whim, receives an avalanche of attention.
Words deliberately constructed in definitive intention and purpose often float by without recognition. I am the audience of one.
Is there a lesson here? Write more. Think less?
I want to thank all my fellow friends and writers for pacing in unity waiting for a thumbs up or down in the Erma Bombeck essay writing competition.
Today, I learned I made it to the top round and into the finals. Not a winner. I’m good to go with that. Best words shared: “Darn close.”
What a wonderful, almost-perfect ending.
I hear Erma whispering the echo of words, once told to her, now in my ears: “You go, girl. You can write.”
Personal Rejection. The next best thing to Being There. 😉
I was not born this way. I shy from anything technical. But a writer has to do what a writer has to do. Hours upon hours talking with a Microsoft customer service representative led to more dead ends than my fried hair in summer.
4:40 am. A few hours ago. You can call me an IT Girl. Call me THAT GIRL. Call me… a heroine! I plugged away and changed settings and searched online for self-help and Eureka! The State of the Union is… WORKING.
This is a dream come true for an English major. I get happy changing high hat light bulbs. Success is a poem, not IMAP or POP protocols.
I did it!
I am having immense snafus setting up a new computer. I was on the phone with Microsoft for many hours Sunday and then, as I suspected, the call ended when the remote technician tried to move me into the email department. Windows Live was my old standard go-to but it doesn’t seem to be available anymore for downloads or support. Outlook (part of Office 365 in Microsoft) has Outlook but I have bled my fingers to the bone trying to set that service up for my regular email (RossWord) to no avail. I don’t like gmail for my default email system. I placed a call to my internet provider at approximately 3 AM. She told me to come back after 7 AM.
What do you use as subject titles in test emails to yourself?
My last one was called SHUT UP.
It gets ugly at 3 AM and you start wondering whether anything you do is right.
How many times did I change passwords today because old ones were too new for re-use and g-d I hate the ones I chose in haste. I should know words. I have run out of memorable passwords.
“What good is sitting alone in your room…” ;>
Frustrating. It is 6:30 AM. I am still awake from Sunday.
I gave myself permission to cry.
I just listened to old voicemails
from my mom and dad from 2018 and 2019.
A Glutton for Punishment
Ideas in the middle of the night.
We have to stop meeting like this.
If you are here,
not merely passing through
from post to post,
You light up my life.
(Back to say: Edit that. This message is for anyone I’m lucky enough to call a friend. I realize not everyone can sing or dance at every party. If you are here, that’s all I need. I know you’re out there.)
Happy First Night of Chanukah.
We share words.
They are the light.
Great miracles happen here.
This is a test. I want to share these posts on Facebook and vice versa.