tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44801960246316961582012-02-16T03:47:48.382-06:0046 years old and petrified to write? Not anymore, my friend. I'm OUT THERE now.Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-2595205505369947222012-01-03T11:27:00.006-06:002012-01-03T11:42:45.116-06:00

I'm taking this blog back. Since I blogged last, so much has happened and I am not even free to write about most of these things the way I wish I could. This is MY blog, damn it--but, as it turns out, when private things become public, life gets complicated.  So, I will stick with the safe stuff.  Well, maybe I'll tiptoe around the edge of the fountain of dangerous topics...we'll see. For now,

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-33728509207613406962011-09-26T18:29:00.001-05:002012-01-03T10:34:38.299-06:00

My first born is going to high school. This comes as no surprise to me, naturally, as I was there when he came into the world--and I've been keeping tabs on his age ever since.  So, I've expected this for quite some time now. There is no question that he'll do well there.  He's loved school since he was little, and has never been one to need any prodding to do his work.  He's naturally curious,

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(...from, How to Train Your Dragon, by Cressida Cowell) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes I get SO frustrated because I can't figure out what's happening to one of my children (it's usually just one at a time), that I get to a point of giving up. Giving up looks like this in my world:  First, I beg for an explanation. (From a child,

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-56840941217064401972010-06-10T12:44:00.012-05:002011-07-31T15:24:51.262-05:00

"Shit", she said, recalling the emotions of that night over jars of hot strawberry filled jars. "How the hell did this happen?" She recalled, thinking, " What did I miss? I was sure I covered all my bases. Damn." She was ready to leave right then and there, but something deep in her primordial mind told her "don't flee, Diane, FIGHT!" And fight, she did. She stuck to it, attended all 6 of those #

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I'm just waking up from a luxurious night's sleep---it's 9:20 am. My bedroom windows are open for my sensory pleasures--lawn mowing, birds, fresh air wafting in causing the sheer curtains to billow like boat sails. I am calm and rested. Various thoughts drift in and out of my head as I slowly awaken. Then, BAM! My friend, Diane's face suddenly bursts into my consciousness. She is glaring at me,

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-40537816059377568072010-05-13T11:45:00.027-05:002010-05-13T17:05:07.969-05:00

Self deprecation has always been a hobby of mine--and a defense mechanism which allows me to slam myself before someone else even has the chance to think it, much less say it. I love to tell stories on myself--to get a laugh. Truly, over the years, I've really tried hard to "care less" about what other people think of me, but I've not quite been able to master this skill. Deep inside, others'

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-33847442780075688772010-05-03T09:01:00.024-05:002010-05-04T08:37:06.316-05:00

You have to enjoy the magic when it happens, know what I mean?This weekend was full of it. It was one of those periods of time that you dread, fearing you'll never get through it, and that you'll be too exhausted from all the preparation once it arrives to enjoy any part of it. And then you're absolutely knocked off-balance by the pure goodness of what comes. There was a family wedding on Friday

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Dear "You-know-who-you-are",Always most important, I love you. When I first saw you, I fell in love. I'm the type who believes in stuff like that, you know, "love at first sight". In fact, before you, I was absolutely convinced--about 8 times--that I was "in love". I was wrong. I didn't know or understand love until you came along.But I'm not going to waste time and space with an attempt to

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-75722651523743657852010-04-15T19:47:00.004-05:002010-05-11T22:11:25.490-05:00

April 15th and I'm depressed--like half the country, I know. But I'm not depressed for the same reason they're depressed. In fact, I like tax day! My husband and I don't listen to the sage advice of investment experts who tell you that if you do things "the right way", you should end-up not owing the government nor expecting a return at the end of the year.No, we aren't savers. (Except for all of

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I'm trying to put my finger on it. The feeling reminds me of a cross between when I was 16 and hearing the phone ring, absolutely knowing, without a doubt that it was him calling for me (!), and the precise moment that followed giving birth; exhilaration and exhaustion and suprise. I'm beyond excited!Here's the deal: someone I know and love and respect and trust read and commented on my writing

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Lakeside. Spring Break. Finally, after what seemed like a "forever" Minnesota winter--and I like winter--spring is here and we are celebrating symbolically with a visit to one of our all-time favorite cities in the world, where the ice has just gone out on Lake Superior: Duluth.In the past, hotel stays haven't been much fun. In fact, they have consistently made my top ten list of "Things That, If

Angela Wagner Donlonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480196024631696158.post-70487877598497713922010-03-18T09:26:00.000-05:002010-03-18T10:08:43.235-05:00

So, I just turned 46. One of the many, many things I've set-out to do this next year is to start writing. I'm quite frightened about what might actually be tranported from my brain through my torso and out of my fingers. I don't suppose it can be much worse than what travels the same route and spurts out of my mouth, instead. I've been calling myself the "Caroline Ingalls of the World Wide

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