Whisper

Guest Writer: Shelly Mozlin ======================= 000 ======================= My father was a technical writer. He worked for a large electronics company where he wrote manuals, grant proposals and other technical documents. He loved reading, writing and learning new vocabulary. My dad was my first editor when I was growing up. When…

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Unpredictable

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ It’s kind of an embarrassing subject to talk about, but the rain in North Carolina is like being pissed on by ants. Until it’s not. That is what is so shocking. I moved here from Texas, and as my Houston pals can attest, when I was out and about…

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Tastes Like Chicken

===================== 0 ===================== There are words in the English language we use to describe what we encounter using the senses and words that convey our emotions. Often these words mix and mingle as we experience something worth talking about. Descriptive words abound when we speak of the things we see…

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Too Damn Grown

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ooo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last year, when I was much younger, I bounded out of bed first thing in the morning, full of cheer and energy that lasted well into the day. Mornings were then, and are now, my favorite time of day. I can move mountains, practice yoga and tai…

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Making Heroes

꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳ The man in charge of the testing looked like he would be right at home in West Asheville. With his scruffy beard, multiple tattoos and slack sense of purpose, he entered the room, said, “I’m Chris,” and then sat in a chair to set up his computer. All of…

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It’s a Sign!

))))))))))—(((((((((( Don’t you wish a handy sign would appear whenever you find yourself snarled in a conundrum and don’t know which way to turn? Generally speaking, I want this every time I drive in Asheville and that’s why I use the GPS. But what if there was a system of…

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Next Exhibit

************************************************************************** There’s a Museum of Failure (MOX). I fear I may be close to producing a prime example for their exhibition. We all know that failure sucks. Of course, we pick ourselves up and start over. That’s what facilitates success. We keep on trying. But, after the fifth attempt, shouldn’t…

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Not Yet Picasso

Paint and I do not get along. First, I am mess-averse. Paint is a sloppy medium which surpasses all mediums except maybe making sculptures out of trash. In that case, you need to accumulate a pile of junk somewhere in your house in order to pick and choose what items…

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It’s Regrettable

———————–) § (———————– I’m taking a writing class through the UNC College for Seniors (aka OLLI). Writing a Legacy Letter is about leaving a little something behind for your descendants without all the hassle of composing the totality of life that is your memoir–and having to do all that annoying…

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