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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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Tag Archives: Awareness
Three Steps Forward…
(nidcd.nih.gov) Words fail me… piles of words, stuck in my head. Writer’s Block is an over-simplified term for what I’m feeling about words right now. I carry them around like more emotional baggage, weighing me down. They taunt me, as … Continue reading
Life Is Funny That Way…
Recently I learned something that changes virtually everything about how I’ve always seen my childhood, my family, and myself. Like so many things, this shock came entirely unexpectedly. I thought that I was immune to blind sides at this stage; … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: The House My Mother Built
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers– a most addictive weekly flash fiction challenge. Use the photo prompt to write a 100-word story and join this group of Kool Kats, from all over the world! Check out our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog Addicted Purple, … Continue reading
This week’s Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years, poses the following: “explore what age means to you. Is it the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse?” For those of you … Continue reading
Self-esteem’s a bitch. A whore who sleeps with everyone– seduces and charms, but chooses favorites. If she loves you, you bathe in the luxury of her love; you sleep well and wake feeling strong and beautiful. Those who she shines … Continue reading
Those who know me, rarely associate me with silence. I am not generally a quiet person– in public. Privately, I crave silence. I love the days when Smart Guy and the boys are gone and the house is all mine, … Continue reading
The title of this post is in no way to suggest that friendship, itself, is a slow painful death. However, the end of a good friendship is one of the worst kinds of deaths: slow and so horribly painful. Having … Continue reading
Oh, Boy.
In the past month I’ve had the honor and pleasure of having reconnected with three young men, who I’ve known since they were boys. All three are friends of my son Middle Man’s, and I got to catch up with … Continue reading
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Things That Bump Me in the Night.
I don’t sleep well. It’s something I’ve been aware of for a very long time, but lately I see that it takes a real toll. I have a friend who’s been pointing out the health benefits of good sleep, for … Continue reading