The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots

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  • My Writing World: a meme/tag

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    My mother tagged me to be part of a meme, which, in my day, was called a “tag.” (That was back when blogging was for social media purposes. Now that blogging is all artsy fartsy, it’s no wonder they changed the name to “meme.”) The rules: Post these rules. Each person must post 11 things…

  • Life, with a nice dash of snow-covered zest

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    I went to the steepest part of the hill. Did I dare? Setting the red saucer on the ground, I began to climb on. Then, “no, no!” I yelled at the saucer, as it began to slide. “I’m not ready yet!” I was still awkwardly folding my legs into the sled as I yelled. But…

  • Stephanie, one of a kind

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    Once there was a mother who was trying to teach her daughter to sew. “This knob changes the size of the stitches,” said the mother. “You want the stitches to be small, so the dress will hold together better.” However, the girl was in a big hurry because the whole youth group (including the guy…

  • Things that non-Mennonites do

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    As a child, I had a big imagination and a little world. Thus, my perception of things that “other people” did was sometimes a bit, eh, distorted. One day I was looking through the JC Penney catalog, when I saw a picture of a little girl in a purple cotton sundress. The caption under the…

  • The Bear Under the Bridge

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    So many things. I am reading a book right now called “I capture the castle.” The main character lives in a house built on the ruins of an old castle. Her Father once wrote a very literary book called “Jacob Wrestling,” but hasn’t been able to write anything since. Thus, they are all dirt poor.…

  • Cellular Phone Thursday

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    A few cellular phone snaps of my life. There was a beautiful sunset today, so Jenny went on the roof and danced the hula. I love my sister. When I see a hole in fabric I have an intense desire to rip the hole as big as possible. I don’t know why. I think my…

  • Late Night Rant about Drama

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    If you scare me, I will scream louder than necessary. I cry easily. I laugh easily. I have emotions and feelings squeezed inside me like an aerosol can. Because of this, I am known as a dramatic person. If I say something like, “I would love to have a romance without drama,” or “I don’t…

  • My Secret Hopes and Dreams

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    Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I said to myself, “I just want to be happy.” Myself answered, “would you rather be happy, or have a wild ocean life?” I said, “a wild ocean life.” Then I went to sleep. This is a post about what I want out of life, how…

  • pathetic girl looking for love, and a life

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    Emily Sara Smucker
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    Edit: This started out as a true story post by me and ended up as a non-true story by Steven. Can you tell where the switch was made? 🙂 It was 11:00 pm. The snow on the road in front of me was sparkly and glittery, so pretty I wanted to make it into a…

  • Become healthy, don’t say awkward things

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    Today I went to the doctor to get blood drawn from some blood tests. I’ve had my blood drawn so many times now that it’s sort of like, “psh.” No big deal. Except for the fact that I still refuse to look at the needle poked into my arm, or the vial filling up with…