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A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Luscious, aren't I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don't mind.” -“You look like a Dracula porn movie reject” -“Let‟s not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.” Denise & Ian
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally." "And you are the stepdaughter of Denise Davidson." Wow. That was a bit harsh, but, "Okay, point taken.
Darynda Jones (First Grave on the Right (Charley Davidson, #1))
Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained. And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
Some things just couldn't be protectd from storms. Some things simply needed to be broken off...Once old thing were broken off, amazingly beautiful thing could grow in their place.
Denise Hildreth Jones
As if Spade's chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dishing out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Don't you even think of holding back, or I'll...I'll tell Spade you let me get away from you," she improvised. "And that I got mugged," she added for good measure. Cries of "Mon Dieu!" and "That's not fair!" echoed immediately from the two vampires. "I'm a crazy human female, you know I'll do it," Denise warned them
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.
Denise Levertov
Denise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to be the ugliest couch ever.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Denise Levertov (Poems of Denise Levertov, 1960-1967)
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
Denise Levertov
There's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.
Denise Levertov (Poems, 1972-1982)
He's only being polite. You should look the word up," Denise settled on. Ian snorted. "And angels fly out of my arse when I fart." First Drop of Crimson by Jeaniene Frost Page 78
Jeaniene Frost
When you wake up with a song stuck in your head, it means an angel sang you to sleep.
Denise Baer
You'll always love him" he said, as if he'd read her mind. "That doesn't die just because he did, or because you now love me. Your love for him is part of who you are. It's a beautiful part, Denise. Don't be sad of it, and I will never be jealous of it". Denise's eyes overflowed again. Spade was right.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot..
Jeaniene Frost (The Bite Before Christmas (Argeneau, #15.5; Night Huntress, #6.5))
He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.
Denise Hunter (The Accidental Bride (A Big Sky Romance, #2))
He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I’d done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I’d done right.
Denise Jaden
Ian waited outside the airport in the arrivals lane after they collected their bags. He looked at them and his brows rose. “Where’s Denise? And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot for our dear Reaper here?” “Not another word,” Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap. “Ian, trust me—don’t,” Crispin said before he threw their bags into the boot.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Her name is Denise, and she has green eyes and red hair. Well, this week. Last week her hair was dyed blonde, and she had blue eyes. Or maybe that was a different woman. I don’t know. All I know is that she is my soul mate.
Jarod Kintz (This Book Has No Title)
Lord, give me the confidence of an old, rich white man.
Denise Williams (How To Fail at Flirting)
You eat the room service employees every time?” Denise asked, shocked. “Of course. But don’t fret on their behalf. I always tip well.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Denise's first thought on seeing her blood stain Spade's lips was "oh shit". Then the fire that leapt into his gaze and the way he dominated her mouth in his next kiss made her decide that self-preservation was overrated.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.
Denise Levertov
If Morrow worked with herself she'd try and sit a few desks away.
Denise Mina (Still Midnight (Alex Morrow, #1))
Goodbye is too permanent. Goodbye has the risk of never seeing each other again. But good morning is full of possibilities.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
The look he gave me was pitying. “In age only. I told you that you didn’t know the half of what Madigan had done. Well, she’s the half.” “She’s more than half,” Denise replied dourly. “That little girl snapped my neck as soon as she saw me, then cut my throat when I got up after that, and then impaled me with a pipe she ripped off the wall when I got up after that! Needless to say, after that last one, I stayed down until Homicidal Goldilocks left.
Jeaniene Frost (Up from the Grave (Night Huntress, #7))
There were men who cracked their knuckles while divulging to me what they would do to the defendant if they got the chance, thinking this was somehow reassuring for me to hear. But all it did was make me realize that there wasn't so big a difference between the man who brutalized Denise and half the men I passed every day on the street.
Jessica Knoll (Bright Young Women)
Beauty isn't perfect. It's something to be felt and something to be breathed.
Denise Jaden (Never Enough)
What's even more messed up than funerals, is the way people treat you after the funeral. Like you're diseased or something.
Denise Jaden (Losing Faith)
It's fear that makes an act courageous.
Denise Hunter (The Convenient Groom (Nantucket, #2))
My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked.
Darynda Jones (First Grave on the Right (Charley Davidson, #1))
Not that I was incapable of friendship. 'Don't be shy', the teachers coaxed. I was not shy, only extremely choosy. And Denise shone like a diamond. If you had to ask me to define paradise, I would have said a desert island which Denise could visit, on a boat.
Anneli Rufus (Party of One: The Loner's Manifesto)
I have never passed a bookstore without going inside; it's sacrilegious
Denise Hildreth Jones (Savannah from Savannah (Savanah Series))
Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -
Denise Levertov
Wretched unfair, it is,” he remarked. “Of the three of us, I’m the one who’s always collected the rare and unusual, yet you two managed to snag the world’s most unusual women. First you, Crispin, with the only living half-breed, who then turned into an even more unusual vampire. And now you, Charles, have bagged a shape-shifter. Thought you were joking when you said Denise was the kitty. I’m simply green with jealousy
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
She was grinning and she should have been pretty when she grinned. She had good white teeth and a lovely, delicate mouth. But something always went wrong with Denise's smile. There was always something manic in it.
Jack Ketchum (The Girl Next Door)
But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
Denise Levertov
You greedy schmuck!” Denise burst out. Ian cast a leisurely glance in her direction. “And now my feelings are hurt. That’ll cost you the boat, too.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. “You’re a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.
Sarah Mayberry (Her Best Friend)
Inside your soul is the ability to survive even the toughest storms, and that paradise can always be found--even in the middle of a hurricane--if you are willing to look.
Denise Hildreth Jones
Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the Midol.
Denise Jaden (Losing Faith)
There comes a time when only anger is love.
Denise Levertov (To Stay Alive)
Even not choosing is a choice.
Denise Grover Swank (Chosen (The Chosen, #1))
Denise decided a long time ago that it is acceptable for men to use aggression toward Marianne as a way of expressing themselves. As a child Marianne resisted, but now she simply detaches, as if it isn’t of any interest to her, which in a way it isn’t. Denise considers this a symptom of her daughter’s frigid and unlovable personality. She believes Marianne lacks “warmth,” by which she means the ability to beg for love from people who hate her.
Sally Rooney (Normal People)
I am, a shadow that grows longer as the sun moves, drawn out on a thread of wonder. If I bear burdens they begin to be remembered as gifts, goods, a basket of bread that hurts my shoulders but closes me in fragrance. I can eat as I go. ("Stepping Westward")
Denise Levertov
The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.
Denise Levertov
The Avowal As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them; so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into Creator Spirit's deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace.
Denise Levertov
January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter
Denise Mina (Exile (Gartnethill, #2))
...sometimes we have to find the courage to take off our shoes and feel it all. Even the bad stuff.
Denise Hunter (Barefoot Summer (Chapel Springs #1))
To have the opportunity to know your parents is to have the opportunity to truly know yourself.
Amy Denise
Good, bad, they're just words. Who's to decide what is good or bad? In the end, only the consequences matter.
Denise Grover Swank (Chosen (The Chosen, #1))
They say you shouldn't try to be someone you're not, but what about someone you almost are?
Denise Jaden (Never Enough)
Just when you think something can’t get any worse someone who dislikes you comes to watch.
Denise Mina (Conviction)
I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water. Eschatology is a word I learned as a child: the study of Last Things; facing my mirror—no longer young, the news—always of death, the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring and howling, howling.... ("Seeing For a Moment")
Denise Levertov
This is life. It's messy and unpredictable, full of wonderful surprises and mind.numbing disappointment. the uncertainty of it all is why I hide, trying to avoid all the pain and the heartache.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
I can't begin to describe how you've touched my heart. You've brought so much joy and happiness to my life. I never thought I would ever be able to love anyone as much as I do you. You've consumed my very being, completing my soul.
Trin Denise (Worth Dying For)
Somebody once told me that good friends are like Tootie Pops, if you don't bite them they won't bite you. Erin Swift
Denise Vega (Click Here: To Find Out How I Survived Seventh Grade)
I’m just saying, we don’t need to insert men into every aspect of our language.” “Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.
Denise Williams (How To Fail at Flirting)
Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
Denise Grover Swank (Chosen (The Chosen, #1))
I have traveled outside the mountains, but never lived apart from them. I always feared mountains would be as jealous, as unforgiving, as any spurned lover. Leave them and they may never take you back. Besides, I never felt a need to go. There is enough to study in these hills to last a lifetime.
Denise Giardina (Storming Heaven)
Mais il avait oublié l’inventaire, il ne voyait pas son empire, ces magasins crevant de richesses. Tout avait disparu, les victoires bruyantes d’hier, la fortune colossale de demain. D’un regard désespéré, il suivait Denise, et quand elle eut passé la porte, il n’y eut plus rien, la maison devint noire.
Émile Zola (The Ladies' Paradise)
Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.
Denise Levertov
Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of “Open this door!” had her jumping in the next second, startled. “What the hell?” Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl. Ian stood on the other side. “What is wrong with you, banging on like that?” Spade demanded. Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe. “Paybacks,” Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
If you don't see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.
Denise Swanson
Judgment should never enter into the hearts and minds of others while observing another in a pain that cannot be understood.
Amy Denise
Do you want to work out with me tonight?' he asks. I waggle my eyebrows. 'And here I thought we were working out.' He laughs. 'God, I love you.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
You can do anything when the alternative is unacceptable.
Denise Grover Swank (Sacrifice (The Chosen, #3))
Her mother had once told her that there were men who kept secrets bottled up inside and that it spelled trouble for the women who loved them. Denise instinctively knew the truth of her mother’s statement, yet it was hard to reconcile her words with the love she felt for Taylor McAden.
Nicholas Sparks (The Rescue)
I sighed, a deep and heavy sigh. If only sighs could carry all my troubles away.
Denise Grover Swank (Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes (Rose Gardner Mystery #1))
The next morning, beer and I mutually decided our relationship wasn’t going to work out.
Denise Grover Swank (Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes (Rose Gardner Mystery, #1))
Fire he sang, that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames. New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer. As though his lyre (now I knew its name) were both frost and fire, its chords flamed up to the crown of me. I was seed again. I was fern in the swamp. I was coal. ("A Tree Telling of Orpheus")
Denise Levertov
I see you in every flower in the park, every color in a rainbow and in every scent that reminds me of the things I love. Without knowing how, or even why it happened, I can’t imagine a world where you don’t exist.
Denise Mathew (Tattoos)
I wondered if somehow, without my knowing it, I had been cast in a Lifetime channel movie.
Denise Grover Swank (Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes (Rose Gardner Mystery #1))
Mercy, but he smelled good. All piney and musky and manly. There should be a law.
Denise Hunter
True class can never receive the highest grade..for its grade is endless
Denise Newsome
Asking the Department of Agriculture to promote healthy eating was like asking Jack Daniels to promote responsible drinking.
Denise Minger (Death by Food Pyramid: How Shoddy Science, Sketchy Politics and Shady Special Interests Have Ruined Our Health)
Yo, al igual que usted, parezco una naranja. A mi, al igual que a usted, todos los días alguna empresa pública o privada me exprime.
Denise Dresser
To make a decision, all you need is authority. To make a good decision, you also need knowledge, experience, and insight.
Denise Moreland (Management Culture)
Maybe I'll hurt you," I whisper as my eyes search his. "I'm broken Tucker. I'm hopelessly broken inside, and I'm not sure there are enough pieces in me to put back together. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I can actually be whole.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
They fought to smile through the lines and the mud and the long hours, dancing under the stars and under the watchful eyes of their government, an Orwellian backdrop for a Rockwellian world.
Denise Kiernan (The Girls of Atomic City: The Untold Story of the Women Who Helped Win World War II)
Give me twenty minutes alone in a room with him,” Brian agreed, in a ravenous, juicy way that churned my stomach. This became something of a Rorschach test over the years. There were men who cracked their knuckles while divulging to me what they would do to The Defendant if they got the chance, thinking this was somehow reassuring for me to hear. But all it did was make me realize that there wasn’t so big a difference between the man who’d brutalized Denise and half the men I passed every day on the street.
Jessica Knoll (Bright Young Women)
When did she lose her wonder? When did she start existing and quit living?
Denise Daisy (Haytham The Secret in the Rubble (Moonshine, #2))
What the hell is wrong with me? This isn't the first time I've asked myself this question, in a multitude of situations. But this time specifically I'm referring to my inability to feel anything when being kissed by a man. Maybe I'm just too broken. That's the part that scares me the most. That I'm too broken to love.
Denise Grover Swank
Everything just feels so right when I'm with you, Scarlett. I can be me. But it's more than that. You give me something I haven't had in a long time, if ever. You give me peace. It's like the jumbled mess in my head can settle down, and I can be still with you. Like none of the other stuff matters." His voice catches, and he swallows. "I had a bad day and usually I'd get shitfaced drunk, but the only thing I could think of was I had to see you.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
There were place cards at the head table, which was one long, rectangular thing that would have everyone facing the reception room. I sat at the one marked Chritine Russell. Randy say to my left, with Denise to his right. To my right read Chris Pin. Who...? "You've got to be kidding me," I said aloud. Why didn't I just shoot myself and get it over with? "Justina, we meet again." Bones appeared and took his seat next to me as I vaulted out of my chair. "Wouldn't want to be rude, but I believe your table is over there.
Jeaniene Frost (One Foot in the Grave (Night Huntress, #2))
Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes; caps and bells. And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me, the throng's clamor recedes: the mystery that there is anything, anything at all, let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything, rather than void: and that, 0 Lord, Creator, Hallowed one, You still, hour by hour sustain it.
Denise Levertov (Sands of the Well)
México no es el país de Andrés Manuel López Obrador o Enrique Peña Nieto o Carlos Slim o Emilio Azcárraga o Carlos Romero Deschamps o Elba Esther Gordillo o Felipe Calderón. No es el país de los diputados o los gobernadores o los burócratas o los líderes sindicales o los monopolistas. Es el país de uno. El país nuestro. Ahora y siempre.
Denise Dresser (El país de uno)
Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in. And meanwhile the rain, all day, all evening, quiet steady sound. Before it grew too dark watched the blue iris leaning under the rain, the flame of the poppies guttered and went out. A voice. Almost recalled. There have been times the gods entered. Entered a room, a cave? A long enclosure where I was, the fourth wall of it too distant or too dark to see. The birds are silent, no moths at the lit windows. Only a swaying rosebush pierces the table’s reflection, raindrops gazing from it. There have been hands laid on my shoulders. What has been said to me, how has my life replied? The rain, the rain...
Denise Levertov (Poems, 1968-1972)
The yellow moon dreamily tipping buttons of light down among the leaves. Marimba, marimba - from beyond the black street. Somebody dancing, somebody getting the hell outta here. Shadows of cats weave round the treetrunks, the exposed knotty roots. ("Scenes from the Life of the Peppertrees")
Denise Levertov
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark meat, still hungry. The marriage bed and the cradle, still empty arms. You give them land, their own earth under their feet, still they take to the roads. And water: dig them the deepest, still it’s not deep enough to drink the moon from.
Denise Levertov (A Door in the Hive)
A voice from the dark called out, "The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war." But peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can't be imagined before it is made, can't be known except in the words of its making, grammar of justice, syntax of mutual aid. A feeling towards it, dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have until we begin to utter its metaphors, learning them as we speak. A line of peace might appear if we restructured the sentence our lives are making, revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power, questioned our needs, allowed long pauses. . . . A cadence of peace might balance its weight on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence, an energy field more intense than war, might pulse then, stanza by stanza into the world, each act of living one of its words, each word a vibration of light--facets of the forming crystal.
Denise Levertov (Making Peace: Poetry (New Directions Bibelot))
A Martial Artist may become A professional fighter but not every Fighter is capable of becoming A martial artist. Martial Arts are about restoration of physical and spiritual balance and fluidity; they are about observing restraints and 'setting example'. Every practice session is A reminder of the play of opposites (yin and yang), . . . .
Soke Behzad Ahmadi (Dirty Fighting : Lethal Okinawan Karate)
His hand caresses my cheek. "Scarlett, I don't want to lose you by fucking up our friendship. I want you in my life, and if we do this, I will lose you. If that means showing some self-restraint for once in my goddamn life, then I will." Both his hands cup my cheeks. "You make me want to be a better person. This is me being a better person.
Denise Grover Swank
Spade didn't respond with any useless, comforting cliches, for which she was grateful. She's head enough of those well-meaning phrases after Randy died. Why couldn't people acknowledge that occasionally, life just sucked? Didn't they realize that sometime silence was more comforting than the more sincere expression of sympathy or attempt at showing the deeper meaning behind it all?
Jeaniene Frost (First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World, #1))
Yo creo que ser de clase media en un país con más de 50 millones de pobres es ser privilegiado. Y los privilegiados tienen la obligación de regresar algo al país que les ha permitido obtener esa posición. Porque, ¿para qué sirve la experiencia, el conocimiento, el talento, si no se usa para hacer de México un lugar más justo? ¿Para qué sirve el ascenso social si hay que pararse sobre las espaldas de otros para conseguirlo? ¿Para qué sirve la educación si no se ayuda a los demás a obtenerla? ¿Para qué sirve la riqueza si hay que erigir cercas electrificadas acada vez más altas para defenderla? ¿Para qué sirve ser habitante de un país si no se asume la responsabilidad compartida de asegurar vidas dignas allí?
Denise Dresser (El país de uno)
Why do any of us do what we don't want to do?" I don't respond, unsure what answer he's looking for. He smiles, but it's sad. "Because we're afraid of what will happen if we don't." I always considered fear to be a motivator or a reason not to do something, but I never considered it a reason to continue an ongoing behavior. This opens a vault full or questions about my own life. I've always assumed I'm afraid to engage in activities because I'm afraid of what might happen. But maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe I should be asking myself if I'm really afraid of leaving what makes me comfortable.
Denise Grover Swank (After Math (Off the Subject, #1))
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone to show you how your longing waits alone. What alchemy shines from under that shut door, spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart? ("The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart")
Denise Levertov
There are lots of girls out there, Joshy. You’ll probably date a bunch of them. Or maybe you’ll only date a few. But one day, you’ll find the one.” He’d given Josh an all-knowing smile and wiped his hands on a napkin. “It will probably knock you over when you least expect it. At least that’s what happened with me. Your mother walked into my Biology 101 lab in college and there was something about her that made me take notice. We were lab partners and I could hardly focus on what we needed to do. I asked her out before we left the room. We were engaged a year later, but I knew right away I’d marry her someday. And every day I spent with her only made me more certain. She’d look at me in this special way…and my heart would melt. I wanted to make all her dreams come true and you know what? I’ve spent my life trying. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love your mother and I never will.” And with that, his father had picked up another slice of pizza. “Someday you’ll find the one. And I can’t wait to meet her once you do.
Denise Grover Swank (The Substitute (The Wedding Pact, #1))
The busybody (banned as sexist, demeaning to older women) who lives next door called my daughter a tomboy (banned as sexist) when she climbed the jungle (banned; replaced with "rain forest") gym. Then she had the nerve to call her an egghead and a bookworm (both banned as offensive; replaced with "intellectual") because she read fairy (banned because suggests homosexuality; replace with "elf") tales. I'm tired of the Language Police turning a deaf ear (banned as handicapism) to my complaints. I'm no Pollyanna (banned as sexist) and will not accept any lame (banned as offensive; replace with "walks with a cane") excuses at this time. If Alanis Morrissette can play God (banned) in Dogma (banned as ethnocentric; replace with "Doctrine" or "Belief"), why can't my daughter play stickball (banned as regional or ethnic bias) on boy's night out (banned as sexist)? Why can't she build a snowman (banned, replace with "snow person") without that fanatic (banned as ethnocentric; replace with "believer," "follower," or "adherent") next door telling her she's going to hell (banned; replaced with "heck" or "darn")? Do you really think this is what the Founding Fathers (banned as sexist; replace with "the Founders" or "the Framers") had in mind? That we can't even enjoy our Devil (banned)-ed ham sandwiches in peace? I say put a stop to this cult (banned as ethnocentric) of PC old wives' tales (banned as sexist; replace with "folk wisdom") and extremist (banned as ethnocentric; replace with "believer," "follower," or "adherent") conservative duffers (banned as demeaning to older men). As an heiress (banned as sexist; replace with "heir") to the first amendment, I feel that only a heretic (use with caution when comparing religions) would try to stop American vernacular from flourishing in all its inspirational (banned as patronizing when referring to a person with disabilities) splendor.
Denise Duhamel