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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
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Creation Saturday! A boss, teacher, supervisor, parent, or spiritual adviser approaches you and says "Nothing is true and everything is possible." What's your response/reaction?
"Nothing is true and everything is possible," he said.
My jaw dropped and I squinted at him, my brain whirling and doing its best to ponder the statement before I responded. I mean, I could get behind the idea that everything is possible. I've seen a lot of unexplainable things in my life, but the thought of nothing being true bothered me.
"What do you mean nothing is true?" I asked, my voice a little harsher than I meant.
Jack looked at me, the resemblance of a smirk forming over those perfect lips. "That's the part you take issue with?"
I nodded. "I've told you the stories before. About my vibes, the things I can do with my mind, so yes, I agree all things are possible."
"Go on," he encouraged, his dark eyes filled with curiosity and interest.
I hesitated for a moment. I knew that look, that look that said he was baiting me and once we started a debate, it always turned, well, heavy. He had a way of looking at me that made it next to impossible not to bear my soul, and when that happened, I always felt like I was standing stark naked before the world and everyone could see me, flaws and all.
"If you say nothing is true, then that would mean the things I know I've done, experienced weren't real, and I don't buy that. I know that this is not the end for any of us, that we will move on from this realm. And I suppose on one hand this life is just a place to learn, a place where our souls must grow."
"Do you see truth in everything?"
"Of course not."
"Then you agree that nothing is true and everything is possible?"
Ugh! He was the most infuriating man. We were going in circles and I knew that we weren't going to get anywhere. "I agree that everything is possible. As for truth, I try not to let it bite me in the ass."
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
