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  • May 8th, 2008 | 6:51 AM
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Dear Author,
I don't know anything about a leather jacket but I did find a box. A box I don't think I was supposed to find. And I am pissed off big time about what I found inside.

I'm not really sure what to do about it. It's times like this I really wish I had a mom or a sister or someone that I could talk to about this stuff. I'm really sick and tired of people telling me to be grateful for what I've got because crap, there are a lot of things I don't have or know that are more important to me than what I do. But I'm a kid and I'm not supposed to think like that. I'm supposed to suck it up and be happy I'm not in some foster home or living on the street or off in some foreign country with bombs going off all around me.

Well screw all that. I'm 16 years old and I'm self-centered spoiled brat.

Deal with it.



Dear Author,
Mr. Mac gave me one of his mini lectures the other day. This one was on plants that go along for hundreds of years thinking they're called one thing and then wham, they wake up in the morning and they're called something else. Did you know they could do genetic testing on plants, like a DNA test they do on people to find out if they're related? Anyway, Mr. Mac says while it might be nice to know which plant is related to another one it really doesn't make any difference to the plant. It's either gonna grow or not grow and calling it something different isn't going to change a thing.

Plant kid

Dear Author,
When I was a little kid, I mean really little, I used to think that going for a ride in the car was this great big adventure. Even if all my mom or dad was going to do was race down to the quick mart for diapers for my sister, I wanted to go. I was good at pretending we were heading for the moon instead.

I was pretty good at getting my way too. I had the cute face and the pouting face and the please don't you know I'm the best kid in the entire world face down to a science. It was all in the timing. Ask too soon and the answer would still be no. Ask too early and my mom would tell me to quit being a goofball. But if I asked just right I had a pretty good chance of making one of them say yes.

Now I've just got one face. It's just the here I am what do you want me to do now kind of face. Nothing special.

And I don't ask anyone for anything anymore.


There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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May 8th, 2008 05:43 pm (UTC)
Okay, Frankie just broke my heart. What wonderful characters you're developing.
May 8th, 2008 06:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Becky. I'd say I'm sorry but, you know, always glad to get an emotional reaction. :-)

Frankie's getting to me too but Boone, oh how I love his pragmatic way of looking at life.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow!
May 9th, 2008 05:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, I am SUCH a sucker for your letters...
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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