My Scrapbook - Rebirth
Not all who wander are lost -- J.R.R. Tolkien69 total reviews
Comment from MsRefusenik
What a wonderful tribute! It sure is a great poem from someone who swears she is not a poet too. I love reading about how you are reborn today. If anyone in this world deserves a good, joyful life, it is you. I pray that even more blessings fall on you and that joy wakes you every day of your life.
I will wish you luck in the contest but I doubt that you need it. This is a superb entry. I thank you for making this contest so worthwhile. Peace & Love, Maryellen
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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What a wonderful tribute! It sure is a great poem from someone who swears she is not a poet too. I love reading about how you are reborn today. If anyone in this world deserves a good, joyful life, it is you. I pray that even more blessings fall on you and that joy wakes you every day of your life.
I will wish you luck in the contest but I doubt that you need it. This is a superb entry. I thank you for making this contest so worthwhile. Peace & Love, Maryellen
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your enthusiastic review. I always look forward to your comments and thank you for coming up with this fun contest. I am more than thankful for your marvelous 6 star rating. I am honored you feel this deserves it.
Comment from JeJo
so much anger and rage I quickly - add comma after rage
The rejection you faced was evidently devastating. It angers us when those who should stand up for us don't. We think they are our friend, but they don't help when we need them to. I am glad that you gained a friend in your mom before she died. The picture adds a personal touch to your amazing story.
I like how you incorporated the word "scrapbook" into your story, since that is part of the contest title.
Very good write. I think anyone could learn a lesson from this story. - JeJo
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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so much anger and rage I quickly - add comma after rage
The rejection you faced was evidently devastating. It angers us when those who should stand up for us don't. We think they are our friend, but they don't help when we need them to. I am glad that you gained a friend in your mom before she died. The picture adds a personal touch to your amazing story.
I like how you incorporated the word "scrapbook" into your story, since that is part of the contest title.
Very good write. I think anyone could learn a lesson from this story. - JeJo
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you very much for your generous review and also for catching the spag. I sincerely appreciate it.
Comment from Begin Again
Sasha,
It takes a strong person to step from the folds of darkness into the light and begin to live again, leaving the evil behind instead of letting it color your vision. I am so proud of you and all you have accomplished. You are a terrific person and I am proud to call you my friend and even happier because you call me yours.
Smiles, Carol
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Sasha,
It takes a strong person to step from the folds of darkness into the light and begin to live again, leaving the evil behind instead of letting it color your vision. I am so proud of you and all you have accomplished. You are a terrific person and I am proud to call you my friend and even happier because you call me yours.
Smiles, Carol
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your more than kind words. I do consider you my friend and an thrilled you found this to your liking. I know I sometimes walk on the dark side, but hope I am also able to convey that I also see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
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You are the light at the proverbial ltunnel my friend...Your numor and sunshine thoughts always lift my spirits and make me see that I too can endure. Smiles, Carol
Comment from anabelle
How do I explain the tears sliding down my cheeks? How do I convey the pain inside me, the grief I hold for you? I know how to write an action scene, but I don't know how to convey my concern for you, or share my compassion. Is this a deficiency in terms of skills? Or is it an inherent condition where we spend so much of our lives hiding our feelings that when we want to share them, we can't. We write because we can feel. But what do we feel?
Take care, Sasha. We look for love where there is none. And then we find it where we least expect it.
Kindest regards, Monique
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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How do I explain the tears sliding down my cheeks? How do I convey the pain inside me, the grief I hold for you? I know how to write an action scene, but I don't know how to convey my concern for you, or share my compassion. Is this a deficiency in terms of skills? Or is it an inherent condition where we spend so much of our lives hiding our feelings that when we want to share them, we can't. We write because we can feel. But what do we feel?
Take care, Sasha. We look for love where there is none. And then we find it where we least expect it.
Kindest regards, Monique
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your deeply moving and enthusiastic review. Believe me, you conveyed your emotions quite well and I agree that we look for love where there is none. And then we find it where we least expect it. Thank you so much for the wonderful 6 stars. I sincerely appreciate it.
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You are more than welcome, Sasha. It was a beautiful post, and well deserving of a six.
Comment from Belinda
Dear Sasha, having known you from your earlier works, this is fabulous. (But for new FS members maybe more information is needed?) I totally love the idea of your being reborn, and the bond that grows within the last years of your mother's life. Thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Dear Sasha, having known you from your earlier works, this is fabulous. (But for new FS members maybe more information is needed?) I totally love the idea of your being reborn, and the bond that grows within the last years of your mother's life. Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thanks so much for your marvelous review and your much appreciated 6 stars. I agree, more information can always be helpful but sometimes I just let the reader fill in the gaps.
Comment from Abio
Amiga,
Reading your story I just dont know what else to say, and probably will not ever.
I grew with a great lack of love. My Mother died when I was five and my father, who was the most good person I have known, did not married again, but ran away from his pain by becoming a very isolated person, fully involved only in playing the violing, the piano, and working as the first violin of the National Symphonic Orchestra of Mexico.
Never a kiss, never a huge, never a word of motivation or interest on my life, never hit me or never corrected my behaivor or talk me loud. It was as if he was from other planet and I was not there.
All my education was done by his two sisters, both university teachers and intellectuals, with failed marriages, no children and no husbands,that treat me just like a student in a very strict academy.
Rules to do something and rules to dont do almost everything, that was the game plan every day and every year.
So I grew up beleiving that the absolute lack of love was the worst thing can happend to a kid, but now that I read you I confirm that there are worst things that that and I was a true lucky kid.
So, end of story. No more comments. I have to absorb all what I just read and start repositioning my very own values.
Thanks for help me sharing with me the very best of your hart and feelings.
Tu amigo Abio
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Amiga,
Reading your story I just dont know what else to say, and probably will not ever.
I grew with a great lack of love. My Mother died when I was five and my father, who was the most good person I have known, did not married again, but ran away from his pain by becoming a very isolated person, fully involved only in playing the violing, the piano, and working as the first violin of the National Symphonic Orchestra of Mexico.
Never a kiss, never a huge, never a word of motivation or interest on my life, never hit me or never corrected my behaivor or talk me loud. It was as if he was from other planet and I was not there.
All my education was done by his two sisters, both university teachers and intellectuals, with failed marriages, no children and no husbands,that treat me just like a student in a very strict academy.
Rules to do something and rules to dont do almost everything, that was the game plan every day and every year.
So I grew up beleiving that the absolute lack of love was the worst thing can happend to a kid, but now that I read you I confirm that there are worst things that that and I was a true lucky kid.
So, end of story. No more comments. I have to absorb all what I just read and start repositioning my very own values.
Thanks for help me sharing with me the very best of your hart and feelings.
Tu amigo Abio
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your generous and much appreciated comments. I am deeply honored and obviously pleased by the 6 stars you gave this. I am more than pleased that you felt it deserved it.
Comment from vickib
Love your story, thank you for sharing it. I relate so much to so many things you have written it's scary. So well you have me who knows what your taking about, not all but most, especially when it comes to your mom. It was the same for me with her, but I was there when she took her last breath and has made all the years before so much easier to move on. We repaired our relationship, thank God. I enjoyed every word you wrote as I always do when I read your writing. XO Vicki
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Love your story, thank you for sharing it. I relate so much to so many things you have written it's scary. So well you have me who knows what your taking about, not all but most, especially when it comes to your mom. It was the same for me with her, but I was there when she took her last breath and has made all the years before so much easier to move on. We repaired our relationship, thank God. I enjoyed every word you wrote as I always do when I read your writing. XO Vicki
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your kind and generous review. I am especially pleased you are among the fortunate, like me, and able to repair your relationship with your mother. So many do not.
Comment from lola29
Sasha, through my tears, I will try to write my review. You are someone very special. Your writings radiate with a richness for life. I understand a bit better why you see the fullness of everyday living. You've been through the fire and you see people and things that the ordinary eye will never see. Your heart is so full of love and caring, and I think your mother sensed that about you. She was right, you must always write.
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Sasha, through my tears, I will try to write my review. You are someone very special. Your writings radiate with a richness for life. I understand a bit better why you see the fullness of everyday living. You've been through the fire and you see people and things that the ordinary eye will never see. Your heart is so full of love and caring, and I think your mother sensed that about you. She was right, you must always write.
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thanks you so very much for your deeply touching review. Whenever I write about my mother I always cry. They are tears of sadness, tears of joy, and occasionally tears of anger. We may have been lifelong enemies, but in the end we became the best of friends. Now how lucky is that? Thanks for the wonderful 6 stars. I am deeply honored and obviously very pleased you liked this one that much.
Comment from Kathryn Varuzza
Wow!
Is all I can say.
What a beautiful painting.
Great story even though it is painful and sad too.
I'm glad you were able to heal your relationship with your Mom before she died.
This was very heartfelt and very moving.
Very powerful.
Well written
Interesting.
You did a great job with this.
I send you a hug.
kathryn
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Wow!
Is all I can say.
What a beautiful painting.
Great story even though it is painful and sad too.
I'm glad you were able to heal your relationship with your Mom before she died.
This was very heartfelt and very moving.
Very powerful.
Well written
Interesting.
You did a great job with this.
I send you a hug.
kathryn
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thank you so very much for your enthusiastic review and the marvelous 6 stars. I am so pleased you enjoyed this one.
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You're welcome. Take a bow!
kathryn
Comment from adewpearl
stopped growing emotionally, becoming an empty shell
scrapbook of my life, but it does not start - add comma
What a lovely essay this is, Valerie - you just keep adding wondrous, happy pages to that scrapbook, and you waddle like a duck with pride on the streets of your adopted home :-)
Oh, and finish James's story! LOL Brooke :-)
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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stopped growing emotionally, becoming an empty shell
scrapbook of my life, but it does not start - add comma
What a lovely essay this is, Valerie - you just keep adding wondrous, happy pages to that scrapbook, and you waddle like a duck with pride on the streets of your adopted home :-)
Oh, and finish James's story! LOL Brooke :-)
Comment Written 27-Jun-2010
reply by the author on 27-Jun-2010
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Thanks for catching the spags. I am pleased you liked this one and be sure I will probably walk like a duck for the rest of my life.