Jones
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Dear Amy at 29, By this point… if we haven’t published one of our novels, even self-published, then we need to drop all fears and find ourselves a great self-publishing offer. That’s it. No more excuses. It must seem weird to you that I am pushing this so much, but current Amy still questions a…
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Dear Amy at 23, We are in our last year at University and it is a rough one. Among our classes are some that we need for credits and don’t want to be at, and some that we need for credits and our professor is… interesting. For the ones we don’t really want to be…
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Dear Amy at 21… This is a weird year and there really isn’t anyway to talk about everything. After all of the funerals we are a bit of a shell version of ourself. Harry Potter comes out after our birthday and we sew a set of Gryffindor robes which gives us a sense of stability…
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I would be lying if I said that this hasn’t been on my mind this week; that the thought of losing my cat wasn’t debilitating; that I haven’t spent hours crying over the part of the couch where he slept. It is just hard. If I were to read these words out loud or try…
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This morning the world has lost a great pair of whiskers. I met Jones almost seven years ago when I walked into the house of my now husband. He was a funny bugger and knew how to suck up like no one else could. He greeted me at the stairs so eager to make sure…
