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Sharry Miller
Valdez, Alaska
I'm a creative soul living life in Alaska.
Interests: I love trying new things and have played with fiber arts, quilting, fused glass, stained glass, lampworking, and a variety of other art forms. I'm also a budding adult athlete (after a childhood of inactivity) and indulge in bicycling, triathlon, hiking, skiing, and occaisonal attempts at running. I also enjoy reading nearly anything and writing about my experiences (hence this blog).
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Poetry - Maybe
Posted 3 days ago at Sharry Miller
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Thanks, Wendy. You have a fabulous trip, too. Try not to get too sunburned.
Traveling Earrings
It must be time for me to go on an adventure – I’ve put on my traveling earrings. When I don’t want to be bothered with keeping track of earrings that match my outfits, or don’t want to have to worry about losing special ones, I put in my traveling earrings. Earrings are my one real vanity. I ...
Traveling Earrings
Posted 6 days ago at Sharry Miller
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Thanks, Dave. I don't know - perhaps he was just saving his sanity and sense of self-worth. It's a tough situation.
Visual Dare - Opulence
Brothers The Wilmington School for Boys had been run by the eldest son of each generation for two hundred years. Robert Wilmington could feel the presence of those headmasters looming over him as plainly as he could see their cast bronze busts perched high over the worn opulence of the dini...
Thanks, Rosalind. Your interpretation is just right.
Visual Dare - Opulence
Brothers The Wilmington School for Boys had been run by the eldest son of each generation for two hundred years. Robert Wilmington could feel the presence of those headmasters looming over him as plainly as he could see their cast bronze busts perched high over the worn opulence of the dini...
I love how much you read into such a short story, and usually what I'm trying to show. Thanks, Angela!
Visual Dare - Opulence
Brothers The Wilmington School for Boys had been run by the eldest son of each generation for two hundred years. Robert Wilmington could feel the presence of those headmasters looming over him as plainly as he could see their cast bronze busts perched high over the worn opulence of the dini...
Finally, Spring
Posted Jun 7, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Thanks, Jo-Anne. My daughter is reading the Harry Potter books now, and I had a hard time reisting her urging to write something fit that style.
Visual Dare - Opulence
Brothers The Wilmington School for Boys had been run by the eldest son of each generation for two hundred years. Robert Wilmington could feel the presence of those headmasters looming over him as plainly as he could see their cast bronze busts perched high over the worn opulence of the dini...
Visual Dare - Opulence
Posted Jun 5, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Body Success
Posted Jun 4, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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It was definitely a level of work and commitment I wouldn't be willing to put into such a venture. I like being able to take a vacation...or two...or three every year. I love reading about other people doing such crazy things, though.
Satisfaction, Not Success
Oh, dear – I see that I have been badly neglecting my blog this past week. I’m afraid my attention has been elsewhere with the onset of sunny weather and a shopping trip to Anchorage over the long Memorial Day weekend. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like life is going to slow down any time soon....
Satisfaction, Not Success
Posted May 30, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Thanks, Mandy.
Visual Dare - Diverge
Losing Battle Amish dead had been buried in the cemetery for 150 years, intending to spend eternity on a sun-dappled hillside. Their descendants kept the small mounds immaculate, adorned by man with simple wooden markers and by God with spring violets and vibrant autumnal maple leaves. Tears ...
Thanks, McGuffy Ann!
Five Sentence Fiction - Charmed
He bowed low in front of her, and asked, “May I have this dance?” She gazed up at him, confusion clouding her eyes as she looked at this handsome stranger whose white curls contrasted with his navy blue suit and whose bright turquoise tie perfectly complemented his brilliant smile. After a mom...
Thank you, Jo-Anne.
Five Sentence Fiction - Charmed
He bowed low in front of her, and asked, “May I have this dance?” She gazed up at him, confusion clouding her eyes as she looked at this handsome stranger whose white curls contrasted with his navy blue suit and whose bright turquoise tie perfectly complemented his brilliant smile. After a mom...
Too true, Wendy. I wasn't trying to imply that we should say yes to every request that comes our way, but that we should embrace opportunities to expand our horizons and get out of our boxes. I'm totally with you on saying no to committments you don't really want to or have time to make.
Say Yes
It may fail to draw me in, I won’t let it show, no no I have thrown away too many days and concluded there's no other way
This is the winter of yes ~Ari Hest, "Winter of Yes" For such a small town (about 4,000 year-round residents), Valdez manages to draw a surprising amount of talent,...
Of course. Let's get together after work one day next week.
Miracle Bicycle Adjustment
It only took six years, but I finally did something I've been meaning to do since I purchased Madeleine: I adjusted her handlebars. When I got her in 2007, I'd never ridden a bike with drop handlebars before, so I didn't really know anything about how they should feel. I just kept the Terry f...
Five Sentence Fiction - Charmed
Posted May 24, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Wow, what a compliment, Rambly. Thank you. It is entirely fiction, and I certainly hope it doesn't inadvertently echo reality anywhere or any time.
Visual Dare - Diverge
Losing Battle Amish dead had been buried in the cemetery for 150 years, intending to spend eternity on a sun-dappled hillside. Their descendants kept the small mounds immaculate, adorned by man with simple wooden markers and by God with spring violets and vibrant autumnal maple leaves. Tears ...
Thank you, Angela. As always, you're great for my ego.
Visual Dare - Diverge
Losing Battle Amish dead had been buried in the cemetery for 150 years, intending to spend eternity on a sun-dappled hillside. Their descendants kept the small mounds immaculate, adorned by man with simple wooden markers and by God with spring violets and vibrant autumnal maple leaves. Tears ...
Visual Dare - Diverge
Posted May 22, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Bluebird Day for Sailing
Posted May 19, 2013 at Sharry Miller
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Nothing at all, Bjorn, although I did prefer the macaws to flamingoes. Just seemed like they'd be able to play nicer with the local bird population. And I did go for tropical flowers rather than carnivorous plants. (S)he's a witch of varied tastes.
Visual Dare - Climbing
Tree Ornaments I planted the acorn when I first moved into the stone cottage. With my help, it grew quickly, but it took decades before the tree was strong enough for decorating. It amused me to consider the possibilities for ornamentation. I live a simple life, but it keeps me in practice to ...
Thanks, McGuffy Ann Morris. Me, too!
Five Sentence Fiction - Accident
I couldn't resist continuing Sylvia's story from last week. It was just inevitable that an accident would occur during her journey. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Sylvia screamed through gritted teeth and pulled off her helmet, unwilling to even look at her snowmobile where it sat smashed...
Thanks, Lizzie. I have a feeling she'll make it, too, but who knows what will happen along the way.
Five Sentence Fiction - Accident
I couldn't resist continuing Sylvia's story from last week. It was just inevitable that an accident would occur during her journey. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Sylvia screamed through gritted teeth and pulled off her helmet, unwilling to even look at her snowmobile where it sat smashed...
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