tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624304107767419509.post8929767018035690119..comments2015-12-29T16:27:30.407-05:00Comments on Life Straight Up With A Twist: How Do You Spell My Life?Sweet Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00910576981673799999noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624304107767419509.post-34952423117689450282010-02-13T03:13:44.296-05:002010-02-13T03:13:44.296-05:00Well put together article, reminds me of everythin...Well put together article, reminds me of everything I wanted to avoid becoming growing up. I wasted my childhood not being a manwhore, not doing drugs and partying or getting arrested. One reason was not to dissapoint my mother who was(is still) so sensitive with her emotions. I hated to see her worry so I grew up hiding my beer cans and poetry with curses. I stayed in church knowing it is what her and my father raised me to be; only finding out later in life it was my best choice ever. I am happy with the man I became because I wasn't cocky or confident....Now I am! Good job Tamara -DragonflyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624304107767419509.post-62257207258081636732010-02-03T22:11:26.778-05:002010-02-03T22:11:26.778-05:00Realization is a true sign of growth. Keep doing w...Realization is a true sign of growth. Keep doing what you do. Im lovin it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624304107767419509.post-52802989813990722872010-02-03T16:33:52.570-05:002010-02-03T16:33:52.570-05:00I like the comparison between life and writing. I...I like the comparison between life and writing. I think it is always a good thing to take a step back and see what you were writing to make sure your fingers were on the right keys!<br />Miss you pookie. Keep being a smart woman!<br /><br />Miss Philadelphia 2010smc9974https://www.blogger.com/profile/03671241854300456478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624304107767419509.post-26559343941730307782010-02-03T00:12:58.817-05:002010-02-03T00:12:58.817-05:00I feel you on this one girl. I do this all the tim...I feel you on this one girl. I do this all the time. Sometimes I get amnesia and forget who I am for a minute too. If we didn't have these moments we wouldn't be human.<br /><br />KimiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com