Getting to Know You

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Some of us are good at knowing ourselves. Those that do, have a strength that immediately sets boundaries, they know what they want, and what to do. Are you that someone?

Not all of us are and that’s ok because we can learn and grow to know ourselves, one moment at a time, one day at a time, and as long as it has to take.

The main problem is usually doubt, which is like being on shaky ground. It clouds us. We push, work, and force ourselves to get things done without stopping. And maybe…


Teaching and Loving the Students

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From the movie, Motherless Brooklyn, quote from actor Ed Norton playing Lionel Essrog: “Frank said anyone teaching God’s love while they hit you with a stick should be ignored on every subject.”

Can anyone relate to this quote? Catholic school memories could take you down this path if you went there for elementary and high schools. I can remember kids getting hit with yardsticks and yes, while they preached about God’s love. Nuns making us wear a dunce hat standing in a corner. There were so many instances of this type of poor teaching, aka abuse, school became how to…


How we compare

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This story stems from a writing prompt given to our writing group when I was in college.

“Zeus, aged, like the wind in his hair, but strong and virile as a youth, climbs Olympus and opens the mountain’s eye and reaches in to take the light that molds to his hand like it was a part of him. It is the source of his strength, it is eternally his, it is only his.”

Zeus reigned over everyone. He had fifty-four children and twenty-three consorts. A powerful Greek god and a protector of truth for which he doled out justice to…


Fiction Short

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Once upon a hill lived an old woman with scraggly grey hair wrapped in a bun. Wisps of curls laced her face top and side like bunches of frayed cotton balls. She rarely went to the market or outside except to tend her garden and then only on Sundays. Her mailbox was attached to her porch wall outside her door.

She ate from the abundance of her garden and froze the meat from her pigs and ate the eggs from her hens. Her garden produced mounds of greens and lettuces, tomatoes on vines, watermelons that trailed along her fence. …


50 WORDS

Thrifty Word Challenge #26: Happiness

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Happiness is fleeting like a rush of wind on a bright day. You want the brightness to be long lasting, yet the breeze arrives leaving as swiftly as it came. I’m happiest when the children I made and the grandchildren I have are happy. Writing is a sweet close second.

We can’t grasp happiness. It grasps us when least expected and flows through our bodies like an infusion of light or buttered flowers. It floats in the air like bubbles that we try to catch, the bubbles bursting quickly never lasting very long. But there are new bubbles out on…


100 Words

Thrifty Words 100 #5: Working Through the Pain

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I often think of the words from the Dalai Lama “pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”

Pain is part of life, yet we don’t have to stay in suffering that comes with it. There is a path out of suffering. Pain becomes the catalyst to resolving the problem and finding our way away from it to make it better. Pain serves us in that way.

Life is never dull, and pain comes to everyone. We all mourn losses, we’ve all had trials and pain. During the worst times, we might think suffering will remain. Lifting others’ suffering helps lift ours.


Fiction — a cup of joe

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Alyssa was a hardworking journalist for a local newspaper. At twenty-eight, she was living a dream she’d always wanted, to be a writer. She taught creative writing classes in between writing weekly newspaper articles. She had just arrived at Buckleberry High School one spring morning at 9:05 am. She was giving a talk on writing to a ninth grade class at 9:15. She fretted about being late and swerved into a parking spot near the school building when someone from the rear started beeping at her. Alyssa ignored the beeping sound until it became…


A poem

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It scoops us up like ice cream,
sweet and rich
it stirs our heart and soul
and satisfies our cravings
for passion and the freedom to
spread our wings and fly.

It’s all different colors and
flavors
enticing our eyes like window
shopping.

Its flame ignites and burns
bright like the Olympic torch
every part of us shouts and cheers
championing the best of ourselves
for another.

We prefer a dreamy dessert rather
than eating greens
but love also reminds us eating greens will
make love grow like our bodies and love
isn’t always a dessert dished up.

It’s work…

Giulietta Passarelli

Author and Writer of middle grade novels, short stories, & poems, for adults & the ageless: http://www.gpassarelli.com; updates website every 1st of the month.

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