This poem is as real as art can get.
And at Sunset, when the bells are clanging, and the clocks are chiming, I look up to the hills and I can only but say: I loved, and I lost, my faith.
I loved with my heart. Hard and wild. I took it all for granted:
My life, my friendships, my health and my faith.
I loved and I lost.
I loved at first sight. Genuinely and passionately. I never saw it coming:
Depression, broken strings, failing health and a broken faith.
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What kind of blogger are you?
In exactly one week I will fly out for the big BlogHer conference. Always nervous in new situations, I call a phone number for general questions and (supposedly) if I tell them my interests, they’ll make sure I’m seated with like-minded people. Like-minded people? I don’t mind people, but I don’t exactly like them either.
Hello! This is BlogHer and you’re on speakerphone with Blanche and Blaire. We’re The Bloggsey Twins!
Me: Hi! My name is Stephanie.
Blanche: Oh.
She sounds disappointed.
Blaire: Never mind her. Stephanie with an S? We were expecting another group of bloggers calling from Biloxi. Blanca, Blythe, Blossom and Blinda.
Me: You mean Belinda?
Blanche: No, she dropped the ‘e’ to make it work.
Me: I see. Well, it’s really Blephanie.
Blaire: Bl-awesome! What can we do for you?
Me: I was hoping to find out exactly what will happen this…
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Excellent graphic
