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My girls and I are forming a summer definitely to do list since “School’s out!” is fast approaching.  Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!  We cannot wait.

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So, for this week’s writing prompt, what is on your Summer To DO List?  Action verbs only, please . . .

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The other day I was talking with a friend, and we agreed we weren’t sure what we wanted to be when we grew up.  She has been a page, paralegal, marketing consultant at one of the most well-known golf courses in the country, and a dog walker.  I have been a page, pool guard, coach, and teacher.

If you could be anything, regardless of schooling or experience, what would you be when you grew up?

Five Minute Friday: Open

Open.  This past Friday I scurried to the store in order to gather groceries before the impending freezing rain.  The temperature outside seemed to chill me to the bone.  A breast cancer warrior, my thoughts were, “If I had real nipples, they would be piercing through my winter coat at this time.”  Then I thought I need to text that to my BFF/partner in crime/cheerleader/sounding board/lifeline.  Yes, immature beyond a shadow of a doubt, but this is how we roll.

Fast forward to my return home and my retrieval of the mail.  As I lowered the plastic black door, I spied a rectangular piece of correspondence addressed to none other than “Tits McGee,” and I could not help but smile one of those smiles that borders on painful due to its width.  This, I knew, had to be a “small package” (what I consider snail mail) from the same woman who said without hesitation, “Cansah Schmansah,” when I told her of my diagnosis.

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The real joy came in the form of tears as I opened this card, for inside was the inscription, You’re the sister I always wanted.  Open.

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Due to my current vision problems, the hub and I had a deep discussion (as we often do) about whether, if given the choice, would we choose to lose our sight or our hearing.  Weighing the options, we both unanimously agreed we would choose to keep our sight so that we wouldn’t miss one minute of seeing our girls blossom into young women, watching the change of the seasons, discovering new wrinkles on each others’ faces, and reading the written word.

So, for this Writing Workshop Wednesday, which sense would you choose: sight or hearing, and why?

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This past week I visited the magnificent Cleveland Public Library.  I enjoyed walking the various floors in this historic building and took the time to peruse their stacks.  An underground walkway connects to a technology annex.  Yes, I had goosebumps while exploring.  While walking the length of the connecting hallway, there was a large chalkboard painted on the wall with a writing prompt.  This space was filled with chalk answers in all colors, a truly dynamic presentation.  So, this week’s prompt is borrowed from the Cleveland Public Library.

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Finish the sentence below.

Before I die I want to . . .  _________________________________________________________________________.

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