oneword.: casting: "we lit the lamps and melted some wax I didn't understand how it was all going to work, i could not find the same three dimensional design at my fingertips as lived in my head, i was tired of the spanish and straining to understand, that was when i decided to have my baby in australia and not mexico "

oneword.: grade: "If I never push myself then I will never make the grade and the same goes for you. I know I set a low standard and maybe you think that I look okay but I know you can do so much better than this, don't let me hold you back. "

oneword.: static: "This memory, up on the hill that day, the red soil hot under my body, the wind whistling in the belah trees and that static crackling across the airwaves. The two way radio in my hand brought voices that I didn't know and could not hear well enough to decipher, yet those voices gave me something, a thread of hope, a connection with the outside world that I never knew was there. My isolation became a matter of perception, I felt less lonely after that. "

oneword.: statement: "and I looked at her coarse skin and snarly little smile and I decided she could make any sort of statements she liked to me but I would choose to listen to my own opinion rather than her condescending drivel "

oneword.: locate: "On the map I move my mouse and the names of the places pop up. I can't locate my home though, the place where part of my soul lies torn away from me like a missing arm. My brother says he is suffering depression and I can't reach him way out there to hug him and tell him everything will be okay, maybe that missing part of me can do it? "

oneword.: sand: "Maybe that is what I would miss the most, scouring it out of the bath, sliding on it as I rush in the wet bathroom, crunching it under my good shoes when I rush out, having it remind me the house I will come back to is a mess. Or feeling it seep between my toeas as I run and jump and laugh with my beatiful dog on the perfect beach. I love sand. "

oneword.: sand: "Maybe that is what I would miss the most, scouring it out of the bath, sliding on it as I rush in the wet bathroom, crunching it under my good shoes when I rush out, having it remind me the house I will come back to is a mess. Or feeling it seep between my toeas as I run and jump and laugh with my beatiful dog on the perfect beach. I love sand. "

oneword.: iron: "Maybe his heart is made of iron, maybe all those hearts are? All hard against everything except their own self interest. The worst is that they fill me with hate too, for them. Like a disease, their poison is catching. "

oneword.: honey: "The house she lived in was in a little shared community out the back here. When we looked through she seemed reserved and self protective. Wary. If she was anything like the character portrayed then it did all seem to fit. Her hair was long and grey, but she was still beautiful. Barbara."

oneword.: deaf: "It always seems to fall on deaf ears but I repeat myself just the same, I play my broken record again and again and I want to shut up more than you will ever know. 'Clean your rooms!' 'Do your homework'....I am an unbearable nag and I am angry that you make me that way. 'What?' you say. I don't repeat myself this time, I just walk away. "