A Hundred Little Pieces

As quick as a wink, the vase hit the unyielding floor, and shattered in to a hundred irretrievable pieces. Hurriedly, all but a few hidden shards were swept under the nearby rug.

The heirloom, lovingly cared for, was forever lost  Undetected, the hidden fragments would lie in wait,  ready to remind anyone passing there of the squandered opportunity to set things right.   


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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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