Humpty Dumpty

All You Need Is Friends

The card table collapsed launching the puzzle in to an explosion of colored pieces. Devastated, she surveyed the aftermath. The puzzle pieces had scattered like shards of broken glass. The scene was a metaphor of her shattered life. Like the puzzle, putting it back in order seemed like an insurmountable task.

Motionless she waited, knowing they would come.  Like Humpty Dumpty, they would not put her back together again.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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