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Project 365 – May 2013

In the Tall Grass

#Project365 – May 2013
May showers bring June flowers with CwCM (ˆ⌣ˆ)


Project365 – April 2013

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April means Pinewood Derby racing, family time, and FUN!!


Shopping on a Sunday Afternoon

Shopping on a Sunday Afternoon: All the pasty, pale faces, All the cheap tees and zip front hoodies… The oddly Christian ethic morphed into lame commercial culture… The everything that reminds me of you. You: With your white-washed suburban ideals, no more than 2 steps from poor, white trash. The bigotry you spew would condemn […]


Project365 – March 2013

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March’s Project365 round up!


Project 365 February 2013

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February 2013
Recap of my daily iPhone practice for The month of February.


The Bucket List: 50+ Ways to Add to the Story

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The Bucket List: Ways to Add to the Story
Inspired by a few friends, I decided that it was time to catalog a life list.


Project 365 – January 2013

Union Station KC

January 2013
Recap of my daily iPhone practice for January 2013


Day of the Dead… Cookies…

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In Honor of El Dia de Los Muertos, the fam decided to decorate some delicious skull shaped cookies! I couldn’t find a skull shaped cutter anywhere in Kansas City, so we made one out of steel flashing. I created the die line and procured the materials, dad helped shape the cutter and the girls and I made […]


Fire

Burn Self. Burn.

Remnants of Anne

ScentTree

“That bitch owes me money,” he said gruffly as he took another swig from the bottle. A drop of the thin, yellow liquid slid down his chin before being wiped away with the back of a withered hand.

She hated it when he got like this. Belligerent, obnoxious old fool. These were the moods that got him locked up all those times. These were the moods that got mother smacked in the mouth and made her leave. These were the moods she dreaded. In his youth, these moods were lusty declarations of manhood, charging in warlike and ready to conquer. But he was old now. Old and spent…


Waiting for the Bus: Rain

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Limes

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Good Old Golden Rule Days…

First Day 2012-1

First Day The girls’ first day of school was a bit different this year. First, it was an earlier start to the day but about an hour, yet a later start to the year, by about a week. Both girls are taking their lunches this year, so that was a new routine to get used […]


Ancient History: Slickery Wicket 1994

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These bits and pieces of information are things that have been suspected for the past 20 years by involved parties and now I’ve confirmed the suspicions, so that should cause a wave in the kiddie pool…


Letters on the Wind: The Boy

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… I think of you often. The way you used to mean so much, yet gave so little. The way you drew me in, made me want to morph into something different, altered my perception, changed my soul.

Your heart didn’t know what your words did to me — Did your mind? I was a passing fancy — An object to enjoy as long as possible before tossing me off into the wind. At the time, you loved me… Maybe? Maybe — Maybe just snippets of me. Now, years later — I simply don’t know.

Long after I ceased to exist for you, I still remember what you felt like. Your scent. Your swagger. You… as you appeared to me in your tortured glory…


Invisble, Part 1

Mother

“I’m leaving,” she called to the empty house. Her words bounced off the cluttered furnishings like a high-bounce ball carelessly tossed by an invisible hand. “Invisible,” she thought. “I am invisible.”

It was a blustery morning as she started the many blocks to school. Not cold enough for snow, but cold enough to feel barbed ice crystals riding the wind to cut through her gloves and scarf as a knife cuts skin. Somewhere in the distance a wind chime played on the breeze until it came to some sort of violent end and clattered to a stop. Her pack felt heavy on her shoulders. She was alone. As she lumbered along, she told herself it was better this way. Alone is safe.


Walking Away

Walking Away

I see you walking away from me, every agonizing step calling out as if I could somehow save you from the inevitable force of your future. ~H


A Company Lunch

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Friday was Jas’ company picnic at Faulkner’s Ranch here in Kansas City, MO. This was probably the most fun the girls had partaken of at one of these functions (they are usually held at the ball park) and the change of venue was a really good fit for family fun. The day was spent hanging out with […]


Scars

Scars

Scars

By Hollie A Miller
Featured on Thursday, April 26, 2012
by the Johnson County Public Library in honor of National Poetry Month


My Daughter, The Dead Fish

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My daughter being a “Dead Fish” last night at dinner.  Isn’t she precious? ;D Miranda Fish Series – Fish 1 – Variant 1   Miranda Fish Series – Fish 1 – Variant 2   Miranda Fish Series – Fish 1 – Variant 3


Important Facts

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It’s a Strike!

 This year in lieu of a big birthday bash full of screaming neighborhood children, we threw an intimate family party full of bowling at The Diamond Bowl on the Independence, MO, Town Square. Then we hoofed it over to Square Pizza, where we had some of the best pizza around and played vintage stand-up video […]


You & Me, Together Whole

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I see my car as an extension of myself. You see, when I was crippled up after the fateful wreck of 1997, a lot of freedom was taken from me… All that new found, newly adult freedom destroyed in an instant, sending me back to an infants life: Stuck in bed most of the day, […]


I feel old…

I feel old. Not like I’m dying or past my prime but more like I’ve earned more years than I’ve actually experienced. As if all the stupid mistakes, odd happenings and general day-to-day has taken a larger toll than it should. I’ve said, in the past, that giving up or reordering your dreams, big or […]