When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead,… Read More ›
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LIVING IN REAL-TIME
When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead,… Read More ›
THE NARRATION – Marilyn Armstrong
When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead, I… Read More ›
THE NARRATOR
Who should narrate my life? This is an area in which I can truly claim expertise. I listen to … have listened to … thousands of audiobooks. Am currently listening to two (one on the computer in the living room,… Read More ›
I MET A MAN WHO WASN’T THERE
Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today … Gee I wish he’d go away.” Childhood ditty When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me… Read More ›
FIXING TYPOS IN MY LIFE STORY
IMAGINARY FRIEND – Weekly Writing Challenge When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never lonely because I had friends who understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left,… Read More ›
FIXING TYPOS IN MY LIFE STORY
Worlds Colliding –There’s work you and home you, café you and hospital you, friends you and strangers you. In this week’s writing challenge, tell us about a time when two or more of your “yous” ran into each other. When… Read More ›
LIFE IN REAL TIME
When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead, I… Read More ›