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Reply to Toronto Star in Politics JoeUser Forums

Actually I'm doing this all ass backwards and responding to a thread that started before Christmas. Because... well, how could I be sure this message was ever seen if it was attached to such an old piece. This is about the article God's Plan. Could it make any sense to answer to all that tragedy that I don't have a real answer, that there is no real answer. Why do we try to answer pain? What you do with pain is heal it. I can tell you, in the last few years I have been through such a road that I

Reply to So, you don't know the mister? in Misc JoeUser Forums

What a fun blog! I found it, of course, by accident. Any fool can travel, but not everyone can do it with a since of humor. Thank the Mister for this little blog!

Reply to If I must in Blogging JoeUser Forums

England sounds a lot like the Midwest... Which is half depressing but somehow encouraging. If you get bored, the first part of Chapter five just went up, weee ! ! ! I'm going to see if James had put anything up -- Chris

p a r t one of CHAPTER FIVE in Blogging JoeUser Forums

The long and short of it: Vaughan admitted he was cool, his best friend, Mackenzie Foster, admitted he was gay. Ian Cane joined their circle of friends. His little cousin Roy came along. Roy wanted his own friends. Roy found Ryan Foster. Tina found Luke Madeary. Luke found out that he doesn't have to live in a factory. Cedric Fitzgerald found out that his house is big enough to be a virtual hotel. Madeleine, Vaughan's older sister, found out she still has feelings for her ex. Madeleine

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I don't know anything about boxing day except when I was growing up we had two English borders and they would talk about it. I thought, "Why do people want to get up and fight each other the day after Christmas?" Now, years later, I feel lucky when I DON'T end up wanting to fight someone the day after Christmas -- Chris

Reply to Sometimes it easier to just sleep and not get back up..... in Personal Relationships JoeUser Forums

Forgiveness is essential in every relationship, yeah. What I've learned in the last year is that the most important forgiveness is the forgiveness you have for yourself. People do silly things sometimes and part of the grace of a good relationship is being able to get past that. Maybe he doesn't have to forgive you at all. Maybe you have to forgive yourself. And however he was treated in the past, you didn't do it. You can't assume all the responsibility of making up for every bad lover that cam

Reply to The Hidden Lives of Virgins in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Helen, I was going to link your site and James' to mine as soon as I heard from you guys, and then you told me you were putting me up on yours, so I was like... oh, well, isn't that fun? If you want a better looking version of the story then its at jamnia.blogspot.com. P.S. I went to read superpsych and was going through the comments. I didn't know deleted_ COULD be reported. My friend came up to visit and was looking through his articles and she said, "He lives right here

CHAPTER FOUR... in Blogging JoeUser Forums

While Ian drove to the little white house on 1610 Allen Street, he told Mackenzie what Roy had said to him last night. “At first I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but then I thought you’d understand,” Ian said. “He’s like my brother. I guess he’s like how Vaughan is to you. You know? And so I watch out for him. And I kind of want him to know he’s not just tagging along. That he is wanted,” Ian said as they approached the little house. Ian did not hit the horn, which surp

JAMNIA in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Although I hide it my love shows in my face So plainly that he asks me, are you thinking of something? --Taira No Kanemori C H A P T E R F O U R WHEN SHE SAYS, “OH I think Ian should ask?” even though Ian is taken aback, he waits for the rationa

Reply to Teacher Joe's Primary five site in Welcome JoeUser Forums

Is this the teacher who responded to my story (Jamnia?) If so, I didn't really know how this worked, so even though I did respond to your response, the response is in my blog. If I am writing to the right person I just wanted to say thank you for noticing and thank you for reading.... and If I'm not writing to the right person, well then you really should notice and read my little story. Yours, Chris.

Reply to What, you're not having fun in your insanity?? in Philosophy JoeUser Forums

I dance in cars too. And sometimes even when there's no music I dance any way. I'm Black, so I REALLY don't care. There really is nothing quite like making an ass of yourself for the greater happiness of mankind. I'm glad I found your blog. There will be another chapter of Jamnia up this weekend, and if you want a better quality version I've been busy making one at jamnia.blogspot.com. I always had this wacky that I'd write a cult classic and people would copy it off the net or something. Here,

Reply to Please check out this weblog in Blogging JoeUser Forums

I'm sorry, this really should be about your blog and not about mine. However I thought that I should write to you and say, "I had no idea anyone was reading Jamnia, therefore a chapter did not go up this week. However it is my policy that one go up every week and on Friday there should be more. Thanks for reading. I mean, really, cause I was almost feeling like a loser. Yours, Chris

chapter three continued.... in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Tina was sitting in the middle of the large, heavily quilted bed, finishing up her western civ when she heard the three times knock, the space, the two knock followed by three more. She stopped, putting down her pen on the notebook and looking to the crucifix overhead. Since she’d made no noise, then the door jiggled open and, down below, there was the opening of a door and then the shutting of it. Footsteps came up from downstairs from the hole near the foot of her bed, and then Mac

P A R T T W O-- by Christopher Lewis Gibson in Blogging JoeUser Forums

I beheld her, beautiful as a dove, rising above the waterbrooks; and her raiment was filled with perfume beyond all price. Even as the springtime was she girded with rosebuds and lilies of the valley... - The Song of Songs SINCE CHILDHOOD, MACKENZIE HAS MADE fun of me for using big words and reading all the time, for just being plain strange. It’s

Reply to Tempered till Tomorrow in Welcome JoeUser Forums

You promised that even if it wasn't interesting you'd have something here. But there's nothing here ! ! ! -- Chris at embar.joeuser

Reply to Part II of in Art JoeUser Forums

Thank you. I remember being a teen. It wasn't long ago, and it wasn't easy. I still have a lot of young people in my life with a lot of questions about.... everything. I try to keep in touch with what's going on with young people. If you're left wanting more that's great because I'm going to try to have more every week. Also, from now on there is going to be a link to a site that involves what's going on in the story. This week's link is to Thursday's Child, an organization devoted to helping ru

CHAPTER TWO in Blogging JoeUser Forums

FOR OVER THREE YEARS NOW what Martina Foster would tell no one, not even Madeleine, was how her imagination had been taken up with Luke Madeary. She would have dyed her hair black a long time ago if not for Luke Madeary. His hair was not black, but it was very dark and it hung almost to his shoulders. It had flecks of gold in it, and it was because she knew details like this, like how his hair was not brown so much as a dark, glittering copper, that she kept him to herself. She kept how he

JAMNIA in Blogging JoeUser Forums

v. AFTER ROY AND RACE HAD left, Mrs. Cane said, “Such a lovely night, too.” “Yeah,” mumbled Ian. He and his mother stood at the open door on the stoop, watching the car go south down the farm road, back into town. It still smelled like summer, like wet grass and the remnants of sun, and the Cane house was set back off the country road and wrapped in trees and shrubbery. The sun wasn’t down completely, and the sky was filled with the memory of the passing d

Part II of in Art JoeUser Forums

i i Kevin Foster felt stretched already and it was only one in the afternoon of the first day of school. The kids parted ways for him in the large hallway of Jamnia high school, the football players greeted him--“Hey Coach Foster!” He smiled back and waved. It had gotten back to him that this was what they appreciated about him and what, in the long run, the school appreciated. He was young, handsome and friendly. Coach Rodney had been demoted the year be

The Hidden Lives of Virgins in Blogging JoeUser Forums

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