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What do you think of when you hear the word press? Do you think of a newspaper company printing out black and white pages at crazy speeds? Do you think about putting pressure on the button of the remote with your finger to turn on the television? Do you think about calling your best friend and delving into their private life to get at least one juicy detail? Do you think about a glass of wine and the work it took to make it? Or do you think about the people who cover all of the news on a daily basis?
Until I decide what kind of “press” I want to use, I am unable to write anything using this word. I feel like my own ambitions are pressing me to figure this out now!
Jenny walked out of the room, her face beet-red, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of the man she brought as her date. Not only had he completely under-dressed for the occasion, even though she told him what everyone else would be wearing, he showed up twenty five minutes late! Then there was the conversation with her boss! He had absolutely no filter, telling her boss about their intimacy and what they did when they were alone together in the bedroom. She would never be able to look at her boss again, not without shame written all over her face. He had been one of her worst decisions ever!
Somedays it’s there somedays it ain’t Somedays it’s dark black it looks like dark paint. No one escapes it Everyone can try A shadow is scary It makes scared people cry. we don’t know who’s hiding we don’t know how far the darkness will get you but it won’t leave a scar.
Things that are delightful: 1. chocolate ice cream 2. a sunny beach 3. a baby laughing 4. impeachment 5. a good night’s sleep 6. extra money 7. praise 8. love 9. purposeful ignorance 10. yellow cake with chocolate frosting
I don’t know if I can limit my answer to only one thing…but there are two things that come to mind immediately. My idea comes from working with students in all grades, especially those in high school who are supposedly becoming adults when they leave. 1. Cursive: Most US schools no longer have cursive in their curriculum. Kids need to know how to sign their names. Isn’t that still the legal expectation? It not only provides this ability it also helps dexterity and fine motor skills that don’t include buttons. 2. Reality: Kids grow up having no clue what reality is. Many believe working is optional, learning is intrinsic, and whatever they think is correct. Kids need true doses of reality. No one is going to like you just because you look like someone likeable. No one is going to give you free things just because they want to. No one is obligated to take care of you when you are old enough to care for yourself. No one is obligated to treat you kindly if you are going to be a jerk. I could go on and on and on………
The trip was going to be a great one complete with people with common interests who desire to challenge themselves. No one knew they would be carrying the bikes rather than riding them. This was one of the best tests the group could have imagined and felt proud knowing that they would conquer the obstacle and endure.
Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length
Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.
Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.
Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!
Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.