<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150328610636611844</id><updated>2024-09-13T07:25:40.094-05:00</updated><category term="Another Time"/><category term="Familiar Memories"/><category term="The Widow"/><title type='text'>The Write Topic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823008975190790700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsEeb_KbNoZ6tazawtb78lvkV1YP2UaXV21zHaqx8s04sJaAYyb1OsmpT_VH7F0iBdNkkp4fhzTWzNVWJzBoNUQDFLzRYwaBqlfqEBU4v_KKgccKuSKk1uaTSv6iheg/s220/Denice___Don.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150328610636611844.post-769883042002687676</id><published>2010-10-09T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:09:41.814-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Familiar Memories"/><title type='text'>Familiar Memories</title><summary type="text">Amelia and Richard were adventurous when they first met and loved  traveling and exploring out of the way places.  Through the years they  got &quot;settled&quot; into career and then the kids came along and their  adventures stopped but the longing in their hearts still remained.  Oh,  they loved Sarah and Nathan and wouldn&#39;t have changed their lives for  anything but a part of them still longed for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/feeds/769883042002687676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/10/familiar-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/769883042002687676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/769883042002687676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/10/familiar-memories.html' title='Familiar Memories'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823008975190790700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsEeb_KbNoZ6tazawtb78lvkV1YP2UaXV21zHaqx8s04sJaAYyb1OsmpT_VH7F0iBdNkkp4fhzTWzNVWJzBoNUQDFLzRYwaBqlfqEBU4v_KKgccKuSKk1uaTSv6iheg/s220/Denice___Don.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8I5VYVyMuhMO-N9NJyMgP2EMRcIfy2dKuFHxrkSnhyphenhyphen12n-iZpSts1r-afAB9Art9XMPy-SUi1DkA8BUilsK3ZyrPqJTZnitBTRYcmIH3D916dXHxnJfBQ7GZnI0kMgpCG0u344Y0J-IA/s72-c/5028199821_d922fbdde7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150328610636611844.post-6093385048194886453</id><published>2010-09-14T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:14:21.123-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Widow"/><title type='text'>The Widow</title><summary type="text">I knew I was in trouble as soon as Billy ran toward the house.  He was going to tell Momma what I&#39;d done and I&#39;d get a whoopin&#39; for sure.   Billy is such a tattle tale and he makes it his mission to get me in trouble so I wasn&#39;t surprised when Momma yelled for me to come in the house &quot;right this minute.&quot;  She also used my full name Mary Beth Sanders with the accent on Beth. 

Billy is 2 years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/feeds/6093385048194886453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/09/widow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/6093385048194886453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/6093385048194886453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/09/widow.html' title='The Widow'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823008975190790700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsEeb_KbNoZ6tazawtb78lvkV1YP2UaXV21zHaqx8s04sJaAYyb1OsmpT_VH7F0iBdNkkp4fhzTWzNVWJzBoNUQDFLzRYwaBqlfqEBU4v_KKgccKuSKk1uaTSv6iheg/s220/Denice___Don.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjqbdDNqfSGwUPS7_WX6WGCh63A_U__E6rjCf7YUYdQHY_dJlQPN9yGuCebkpcehcv4if7zR0LK4uQFeUMmYmpbqqMzKbOWXM2SioA-PsrMyGxHQNotDFdqoEf2pV1g2xSGlpeACi_zI/s72-c/girl.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150328610636611844.post-7363419762791560461</id><published>2010-09-03T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:31:39.599-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Another Time"/><title type='text'>Another Time</title><summary type="text">

She’d been walking for hours with no destination in mind.&amp;nbsp; She wasn’t  sure what she was going to do without him.&amp;nbsp; He’d taken care of her and  made all of the decisions and now she was alone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alone with her  thoughts, alone with her demons and alone in her new life.


Megan didn’t mean for things to turn out this way, after all she did  love him, didn’t she?&amp;nbsp; She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/feeds/7363419762791560461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/7363419762791560461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150328610636611844/posts/default/7363419762791560461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritetopic.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-time.html' title='Another Time'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823008975190790700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsEeb_KbNoZ6tazawtb78lvkV1YP2UaXV21zHaqx8s04sJaAYyb1OsmpT_VH7F0iBdNkkp4fhzTWzNVWJzBoNUQDFLzRYwaBqlfqEBU4v_KKgccKuSKk1uaTSv6iheg/s220/Denice___Don.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>