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Theresa Largusa
McKinney, Texas
Word wrangler. Thinker of big ideas. Story explorer.
Interests: music, good friends, coffee, conversation, bad jokes, jolly husband, naughty schnauzers, playing with sentences = my favorite things.
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The dreams of your life create the life of your dreams. Didn't you hear? Gary's at it again. Back from the dead and doing the laundry. He finally found someone who needs him (to want is to wander and that's a tricky thing to curtail.) A quick catch-you-up: Gary married... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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the city sneaks up behind you tells you what to think your friends are all scholars reason why you drown in drink thoughts not good enough to protect or entertain more than a thunderhead you are the rain now it's too late to whitewash the wall you should've lived your... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... Our Highway Scribe wants us to know she's doin' fine (racing thoughts in the fast lane not withstanding ... and missing Ort something fierce.) We know everything about each other after a 30-second assessment. We are surface dwellers. "That's all I need." "I'll take it." "That works for me."... Continue reading
Posted Sep 28, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Happy New Year! Here's what needs some meditation thrown at it: Why is life unfair? I asked a pal to show me the silver lining on a day (yesterday) when one privileged bitch (me) was having a challenging moment (inconsequential office shenanigans.) With disaster smashing the planet, I do not... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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As I embark on the transformation to became a vampire, I've been advised by my coven leader to invest in high-quality headphones. 'Tis a sound bit of advice, but I shall use my fake awake time to complete my masterwork. (Attention reader for whom this Resonates: An eyebrow arched above... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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- Stir the pot. - Leave. - Repeat. My takeaways from the pep rally are: 1.) Expect a shortened lifespan for having spent so much time on my ass, and; 2.) I stayed for the people. It is difficult to get all rah-rah-sisboombah about swapping out the signage since Harvey... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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You are not alone. The kid who thinks the external world - from mac-n-cheez to thrill rides at the county fair - is put in place by magical mommies/daddies for her sole pleasure grows up to be the woman who questions the reality of the timecard - from cubicle walls... Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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A bromide that sets my teeth on edge is Everything Happens for a Reason. It's insensitive to use that phrase in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, but it's because of this deadly storm that I'm thinking about why we tell ourselves the things we tell ourselves. If we say a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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we build high-rises in the rushes and wonder why our socks are wet channel deep live to breathe recede repeat the onrush of knowing makes us question the answer Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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This is how I'll remember you: Crinkly-eyed smile (those were tears - don't lie) and flushed cheeks. Your demeanor changed from quietly serious to seriously exhilarated when you spoke of poking your stick into curious things. You floated on up toward the ceiling, I grabbed on to your cupid colored... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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previously... you look like music i favor the taste of blue you me synesthetes *as she waited while her truck got gassed up during a pit stop on The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Little Ghostly Dirt Girl encourages you to continue to shout into the void. The message may not always make sense, but it is received in ways beyond your limited ability to prognosticate. All you need to do is remain faithful to what's percolating in your belly. So you're searching for... Continue reading
Posted Aug 19, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Hey Phil, I don't care you are a forerunner on the Fake News front. Good on ya, I say. You made a few coins, picked up a loyal batch of readers, and pulled one over on those who thought they picked up a few IQ points reading your hinterland dispatches.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Ah sweet, sweet irascible you! Discernment is in your DNA. And how those snobby pants fit you just right! But I got lessons to learn from you. Like love. THE YOUNG PERSON'S GAME. I'm not interested in being a young person, but understanding what the ticker wants = Life Goals.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 17, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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"You always ask me. But what about you? Why are you here?" "For the paycheck. But seriously ... I'm here to be me and shine a light in dark places. Like this office. Plus I'm a runner and need to learn how to do that surrender thing. Yeah, life lessons.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 13, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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I got teary-eyed at work the other day. It caught me off-guard. Then I remembered 8/12 was coming up. It's not like you are ever far from my thoughts. That twinge of melancholia was a reminder of the day your Pa and I sent you off on your journey. I... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... Darla's got everything she needs for The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self shoved inside her truck's glove box: a feather duster, this, and a blood glucose meter. Oh, and a joyous heart and an open mind. Speaking of which, she's already forgiven Ort for his comment that... Continue reading
Posted Aug 10, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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A fistful of feathers will get us up and over and down the mountain, but all that downy comfort may not a transformative journey make. What's the sense in descending upon a foregone conclusion? We are explorers with our manila envelopes crammed with crumpled notes, extra pair of socks and... Continue reading
Posted Aug 3, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Unless one is a pie crust, being flaky is not an admirable trait. It's like this: you are smart and capable, and have no sense of time at all. You definitely run on your own schedule and have a knack for pulling off the disappearing act. "Hey, did Lance just... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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FleshBots need patience and a sense of humor. That's why I laughed when Chad handed me a 3 Musketeers and said, "You're a rail. Eat this." Would it have made a difference if I'd said, "Where I come from, we're all rails?" Let's step out of the body. My lack... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... Finding one's tribe is more important than wishing on a star for the other half of one's soul to flutter on down to terra firma. Or, as Ort wrote in his 70-sheet yellow Norcom this morning: For Darla (but I won't say anything yet because she's really fragile right... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge: I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs. Flukes don't like hot sauce. Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes. The key to beautiful... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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The Sales Associate asked what I was doing with the couple pair of jeans I had draped across my left arm. "I'm on my way to the dressing room to try them on?" "Go ahead," she said, "but show me when you're ready." "Ok?" "Trust me. I know how to... Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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You are trapped beneath the tide. I'm up where the air is just right for a select school of fish. We are both searching for truth in tight spaces. There are stars beneath the waves that guide us. There are lights at the back of the house that never go... Continue reading
Posted Jul 20, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Previously... So how does Darla describe the way Ort smells? Well, he ain't a cologne guy. What wafts from the man's pores is (to Darla, anyway) an irresistible elixir of curry and chlorine. Burning tires and Mentholatum. The penny Darla picked up in the parking lot of the Prairie View... Continue reading
Posted Jul 19, 2017 at Semi-Daily Scribbles