Long Time No Write

I'm a bit surprised at how long it has been since I've blogged. I guess things have been really busy since 2009. Well, obviously.
Here are some links to things I've been busy with:

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  Sam starting school.


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  Deirdre moving on to middle school


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  Working at two different colleges teaching one full load and one nearly full course load


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  Supporting Drew in his business venture: Art House Picture Frames


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  Dancing


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  Writing


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  Housekeeping


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  Going Vegan


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  Meeting new people, making new friends

And here's a sample of a project I was working on with Drew, The Love Sutra, a collection of art and flash fiction based on Kama Sutra positiions:

Blow of a Boar

He shook his hair out as he stretched beside her on the dirty mattress. She let him lay his head in her lap and sighed when he cleared his throat.

She ran her fingers through his dark curls as he pontificated about the recent election. He was angry. She didn't know what so many were angry about.

"It's the immigrants." he slapped his hand on her thigh to punctuate his thoughts. "They come here and don't want to work and take money from those of us who are working hard!"

She thought he had said he worked at a gas station. It didn't seem like it could be that difficult to pump gas. Well, maybe when it was cold. She didn't say anything though because she liked the caramel color of his skin and his chestnut eyes flecked with gold. Besides, his penis was larger than average and she had been with enough men to know this did actually matter regardless of what they told themselves.

"I could take them all down in under fifteen minutes." He was drunk now. She rubbed his temples with her thumbs and sang a lullaby that her mother once sang and waited until his eyes closed.

After tripping her finger tips through his lashes, she gently lifted his head from her lap and laid it on a silken pillow.

Within minutes she found her scissors and relieved him of his strength.