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Going to the doctor is no fun at all and I still avoid it whenever feasible but weighing in doesn’t evoke the fear that it used to. My weight-loss journey, minus 54.5 and counting, is going pretty well except for falling into the dreaded pool of stagnancy. Boo! Time to get moving again!
» Posted By Kimberly On 07.14.2017 @ 6:19 pm
a school is a district because its in a division territory, Texas is a district because its in a country
» Posted By kimberly On 04.11.2017 @ 10:00 am
She was trying. Trying so hard to forget about him. But she couldn’t.
Because no girl could ever forgot Bennet Knox.
» Posted By kimberly On 11.18.2016 @ 2:38 pm
Anyone can be an idiot. It’s a universal trait, although it is often fleeting. At least, we hope it is temporary. There’s one good thing about an idiot, or a group of them for that matter: You always walk away having learned something.
» Posted By Kimberly On 11.09.2016 @ 6:08 pm
She had so many unanswered questions. Why had he left? Was it something she had done? Was there someone else? Or was she seeing this whole situation from too narrow a perspective? Perhaps something had been going on in his own life that was larger than she could imagine, something private and internal and slowly growing until he simply could not stay any longer.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.16.2016 @ 6:05 am
have you ever met someone who could be described, simply as ‘a haircut’? I have. A haircut in a bad suit, in fact.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.09.2016 @ 7:35 pm
The time you have to spend with your mother, your child, your spouse, your grandmother – is a treasure, not a burden.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.08.2016 @ 8:50 pm
It is a thing that has come to mean creepy and ‘to be avoided’ for women and children across the country. That’s kinda sad. It used to be a symbol of independence and ‘being cool’.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.05.2016 @ 3:15 am
In the hollow part of each person, is the room for love and hope.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.03.2016 @ 11:38 pm
I have no fucking idea what a meme is. I don’t speak Millenial.
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.02.2016 @ 10:43 pm
I heard this and love it….
there are two wolves in all of us, warring. One feeds on hate and darkness.
the other on love and peace. Make your choice.
Which do you feed?
» Posted By Kimberly On 09.01.2016 @ 11:05 pm
Sometimes I think that the most profound manner of expressing oneself is to simply – cry.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.31.2016 @ 7:15 pm
I’m in the middle of everything. Middle of life. Middle of school. Middle of the week. Middle of the night. Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. I’m in the middle. Everyone is in the middle. Up until the last breath that you breath, you are in the middle.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.30.2016 @ 8:05 pm
The middle is often seen as ‘less than’ like being in the middle of the pack. But honestly it is the best place to be – the middle of a hug, or a cuddle is the very best indeed.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.30.2016 @ 7:05 pm
Keys can be many things. Objects, thoughts, perspectives, ideas, values….and they can unlock many things; mechanical, emotional, mental, spiritual.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.29.2016 @ 11:07 pm
To merge with another person is the greatest joy, and the greatest sorrow.
It is the greatest gift and the greatest risk;
whether it be physically, emotionally, spiritually or mentally.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.29.2016 @ 12:14 am
I never felt as grounded as when I would look out over the setting sun on a beach.
In my youth, I spent a lot of time being grounded. Two very different things.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.28.2016 @ 12:40 am
is something you do at the end of most days
the feeling of being beaten down
a building when tragedies strike
an umbrella after use
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.26.2016 @ 7:57 pm
Bossy. Doesn’t listen to anyone.
passionate but too powerful.
Needs love…perhaps a pet.
» Posted By Kimberly On 01.02.2016 @ 10:46 am
For me, its about cleaning the mess 2015 made.
Blank slate with old marks.
Cleaning and clearing for a new path.
While still remember the mess from the year before.
» Posted By Kimberly On 01.01.2016 @ 9:11 am
Faulted is a word that describes my life. I am a faulted person; if that is even proper english. Regardless of my actions, no matter how genuine and kindhearted they may be, I question them. I constantly feel as though I am some how being an annoyance to those around me. I constantly feel like I am doing something wrong. Make it stop.
» Posted By Kimberly On 10.15.2015 @ 5:51 pm
Fans. Fangirling. I am a fangirl. Throughout my preteen and teenage years I had many obsessions; singers, actors, actresses, bands, people. I admired them. Although it seems like a waste of time, each person or band that I looked up to has made me into the person that I am today.
» Posted By Kimberly On 10.12.2015 @ 7:56 pm
Reserve. I have been told that I am a reserved person, which is true to an extent. I feel as though around some people I trust to easily, and I tell them everything I know about myself. I run out of things to say because I don’t know myself all that well yet. While, around others, they never know anything more than my name.
» Posted By Kimberly On 10.11.2015 @ 7:03 pm
I’m not related to her, I explained in the bookstore. The woman browsing nearby probably didn’t care, but I just didn’t feel that I could stand beside my mother while she read the back cover of Sarah Palin’s biography without somehow distancing myself. My mother looked up from her reading and glanced at me, rolling her eyes like she didn’t want to be identified with me, either.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.31.2015 @ 7:04 am
She snapped it up like it was red meat and she was a ravening dog. She’d been starving, hadn’t had anything to eat in days, and the leftover bread in the garbage can was maybe just enough to keep her going for another day. Maybe. She hoped it would be, because there was nothing else for her to eat.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.15.2015 @ 6:55 am
I couldn’t open it. It was just stuck, my brain was going a million miles a minute. All I wanted to do was to open it. Sealed it read across the box. Tears started to drip down my face as I read this words over and over with my tearing hazel eyes. Sealed? Why? How? I had so many questions that I was asking myself. When would this feeling end?
» Posted By Kimberly On 03.05.2015 @ 10:07 pm
Clean, fresh, new beginning. Open, possibility.
» Posted By Kimberly On 01.01.2015 @ 9:18 pm
She flew into the air without even realizing she was going to do it, just spread her arms and soared into the sky like a bird or a rocket. Well, rockets don’t spread their arms, but you know what I mean. Ha. I got off track by thinking about the image of a rocket being so unstreamlined. I don’t think that’s a word. Huh. Having trouble staying on track today.
» Posted By Kimberly On 11.02.2014 @ 10:09 am
Walking on rocky terrain early in the morning- not my start to a good morning. Every rock slices into the muscles in the curves of your feet. You begin to slide. You fall.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.26.2014 @ 11:31 am
Back To Stats Page
It was brave of her to try it, to even make the attempt. Just crossing the living room would have been a triumph.
Why do I keep writing about the same things over and over again here? It’s like I’ve become conditioned to write only about Ernie’s house again and again and again, when I call up the oneword website, I just return to my life at 6 years old and can’t stop writing about it.
» Posted By Kimberly On 08.17.2014 @ 9:21 am