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I Couldn’t Ash For More!

Hey everybody, I hope you’re all having a Merry Christmas and I hope Santa was good to you. I did great this year. The big guy must had gotten my letter because I was blessed with a whole bunch of new writing stuff. Some gifts were anticipated, but I did receive a couple surprises. One […]

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Journal Entry # 161 – Do You, Always!

In life, step firm and leave a lasting impression. – Ash

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Clearing My C’ash’e

Hey everybody, I just wanted to touch base and inform you all that I have not been away on sabbatical, I have not run away with the circus, and I have not been busy making toys for Santa. No, I have been struggling with my home internet services which have been the bane of my […]

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A Shade of Ash – Prompt # 2 (Gif)

Hey there again, Let’s celebrate my lax posting lately with another prompt entry shall we? Choose one gif that describes how you feel about you blog followers The post is inspired by what my face pretty much looks like each time I get a new follower. You complete me!! Until…

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Journal Entry # 155 – See, He Gets Me!

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. – Stacia Tauscher

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Am I Write? # 6 – This Is 100% Me!

Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else. – Gloria Steinem

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Am I Write? # 5 – Me, Wall…Hit :(

“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski

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Bike Writer # 36 – Don’t Be Tied To The Past, Cast Off, Life Awaits!

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. – Soren Kierkegaard 

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Bike Writer # 33 – Rejuvenate Your Inside By Going Outside

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock

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Bum Stories

a weathered man greets me on a cornerhis face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracksbut I know it’s there as his eyes always confirmfor a million moments in passinghe shares with me his storyI read every line trenched in his scaling cheekand coarse wore out lockspaint for me a daily tragedyand all I […]

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