The Song of All Songs

I'm just a girl who loves; let me show you my world.


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Magic Carpet Story: Quatrième

I’m not even going to apologize for the neglect because it’s a little (a lot) pathetic.

Original post: http://openoureyes.org/2012/11/07/giraffe-owl/

There once was a girl named Owl. She loved learning and reading, and many such things.  Now, her friends liked to call her a nerd. But she didn’t mind, she even agreed. Who else would drive to a coffee shop alone with a book and spend hours there? Continue reading


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All of This

I want to write a book. I want to have the discipline and drive necessary to write 75,000 words, to create a world out of nothing, to stick with something all the way to the end. I want to know the people in my story so well that I can hold conversations between them. I want to be able to pull people into my novel with a few sentences, have them wanting never to leave, always to return. Continue reading


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Words are Power

*Disclaimer: This post contains adult language. I use it to drive a point. If the use of this type of language offends you, please don’t read it.

Are any of my readers Bones fans? If you happen to be, then you know that Monday night was absolutely INSANE. I have a fellow Bones maniac at church, my dear dear friend (I call her Angie and she calls me Bones). Since her cell phone is on the fritz, we generally Facebook each other during the episode to share our mutual excitement and anguish.

Last night, after the season finale, I had no words (and, mind you, I still find no way to describe my sentiments other than what I came up with last night). What did I come up with, you ask? Continue reading


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Absolutely amazing. I love it!

Spelling - Teaching Spelling - Spelling Rules

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,

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Waves: On Leaving My Parents’ Religion

When I was a few months of age, my parents had me baptized according to their Catholic tradition. As a child we didn’t go to church. When I hit the third grade my mother insisted on having me do my First Communion. In the time it took me to have the classes done on Sunday mornings, I grew to love the atmosphere and the people. God was a distant, impassive entity who presided over me and my actions, keeping an impartial ledger of all my rights and wrongs. It was a heavy burden for an eight-year-old.