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posted by: Cutter (reply) post date: 10.15.06 (6:20 am) Yay! Something new! I'll be back to read. I promise. :) posted by: Cutter (reply) post date: 10.16.06 (6:50 am) Of course I think that this story is incredible. The main reason I think so, is that you somehow manage to weave "suspense" into it so well. I remember the first time I ran away. I was about 7 or 8. This story touched on that memory of my own. It's the suspense and the clarity that comes with such an intense moment in one's life which creates a brain tattoo, I suppose. Thank you for sharing the story. Reading it made me feel a little more human. posted by: Lindy (reply) post date: 10.17.06 (8:29 am) "How would you know? You're never here." A champion born all in a moment. And her courage still makes my eyes shine with admiration. You're as much a writer as Andrew is an artist. Both worthy of much praise. Sorry to be so mushy, but it's what springs forth. posted by: cmaze (reply) post date: 10.18.06 (12:27 pm) That is quite a story. I have to say I was moved by it as it brought back some of my own haunted memories. It reminds me to keep things close at heart so that I may remember to gain a new perspective on younger days. Keep writing, you are amazing with words. posted by: thejongleur (reply) post date: 10.20.06 (5:02 pm) it's been a wee while, jennifer, so I'm terribly pleased to see you sharing words, and a perfect little story, again. posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 10.21.06 (6:13 pm) Reply to: Cutter You honor me with your time and thoughts, Cutter. But, I'd be a liar if I didn't also say that praise like "Thank you for sharing the story. Reading it made me feel a little more human." wasn't one of the few reasons that keeps me coming back here. Thank you. j posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 10.21.06 (6:18 pm) Reply to: Lindy *smile* I rather like it when you get mushy. Time passes and while I've rearranged the furniture here a bit, some things never change. Nothing I post here is quite complete until you stop by and pin something underneath it. Thank you, L. j posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 10.21.06 (6:19 pm) Reply to: cmaze thank you. j posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 10.21.06 (6:27 pm) Reply to: thejongleur *smile* Baby steps are often the hardest, but also the most important. I'm glad you're here to hold my hand. Good medicine, right? aml&s jennifer posted by: akelso (reply) post date: 10.25.06 (6:17 pm) "... one day, I thought, I'll be a writer or a filmmaker or a painter and I'll want to tell the story of the day I left home forever and watched the rain falling in the park. Of course, that wasn't the day I left home forever and I've yet to become any of those things, but I still remember each moment... just in case." -- Juniper, I do believe you've become a writer! Can't say where home is, if not in your words. Odd that many are finding home there (in your words,) when you may be still sojourning. Take care - and may your words continue to propagate. - Andrea posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 10.30.06 (7:11 pm) Reply to: akelso *smile* Thank you for your kind words, Andrea. j posted by: aniebananie (reply) post date: 11.13.06 (5:33 pm) Beautiful. posted by: lorischuster (reply) post date: 12.11.06 (8:27 pm) this was...lovely. i don't use that word often but nothing else seemed to work. you made me see that little girl...there were times when I felt like I was sitting with her. posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 01.07.07 (1:21 am) Reply to: lorischuster Thank you. I am grateful for your kind words. j |
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Once, when I was a little girl, I got into trouble for "talking back to my mother." My brother was arguing with her husband about something that had been lost or misplaced -- both blaming the other for what had happened. My mother, who’d been keeping score with the occasional flick of her cigarette, said something like "Tom never misplaces things" or some other ridiculous blanket statement about him and the ideal quality of his character.