We do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand.
~ C. Day-Lewis
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| January 31 | What I did tonight |
| January 30 | My newest fashion accessory |
| January 29 | Voice of Reason |
| January 28 | The promise of spring |
| January 27 | That sappy look |
| January 26 | The balance is there |
| January 25 | I'm a grasshopper, Bob's an ant |
| January 24 | That love-crazed goofy look |
| January 23 | The staring into space part |
| January 22 | The clue meter is reading zero |
| January 21 | Crooked ears |
| January 20 | Memories |
| January 19 | The grace of cats |
| January 18 | Sunshine and vitamins |
| January 17 | The sun came out |
| January 16 | Sax and violins |
| January 15 | Sleeping on camera |
| January 14 | Levitating |
| January 13 | Crosses to bear |
| January 12 | Invisible |
| January 11 | Plum Crazy |
| January 10 | Favorite things |
| January 9 | Hard on the eyes |
| January 8 | Full of grace |
| January 7 | Just my style |
| January 6 | Mood swings |
| January 5 | Eat something. You'll feel better. |
| January 4 | A gift I give myself |
| January 3 | Parental Controls |
| January 2 | My invisible husband, Bob |
| January 1 | Good omens |
Copyright © 1998 Willa G. Cline
