Posts Tagged ‘ dysfunction ’

“Does genius burn?”  That’s what Jo March’s family used to ask when she was writing frantically in Little Women.  That was my first exposure to how other writers lived, and I’ve never forgotten it.  Because I do it too.  Oh, I don’t have the cap that warned family members of Jo’s mood, and I...
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Another long day of getting nothing accomplished, I swear.  Every five minutes, seemed like, someone needed something, and it was something only I could provide.  Argh! For once, though, I did not let my mother-in-law guilt me into driving her all over the place.  I didn’t invite her, and I told her they wouldn’t...
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