Running Blonde... — Page 22 of 23 — Linda Jones
Linda Jones is an award-winning NYC based actor and voice coach currently working in audiobook narration and voice over, as well as theatre, film and television.
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18 Aug Air

...fall arrived today. It was in the air this morning—leaves on the ground, a nip in the breeze, something... ...different about the day, about the quality of light. Oh sure it's a ways off yet—it didn't stay; but it was here. Autumn....

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11 Aug Uncharted

People: I am pushing through. I am on my way to 30 miles this week and barring any circumstance unforeseen (injury, persecution, acts of God), it will be done. Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph, I am pushing through. And I have never. Been here. Before. I am in utterly...

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05 Aug Child’s Play.

Two stories involving children:1. Whites Pond. My seven-year old niece and her little friend in blue shorts interrogated me recently after a swim. "Where have you been??? - we've been looking EVERYWHERE!!!" - "I swam across." - (she cocked her head) "Out to the dock?"...

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03 Aug Crave

7:40am, I wake in a panic: late, I am late, late for the run, the run with the team, it is 7:40 and the run was at 7 and I am late and I am late and I won't make it I've failed the team...

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12 Jul Choosing to Start.

An amazing dream from my friend Sara's sleepy brain:It was marathon day and I was running and doing fine—I wasn't up front, but I wasn't terribly far back either. Sort of—middle of the pack, trundling along. About 1/2 way into the race, I started to...

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14 Nov Science Fiction

"Minds are like parachutes: when they fail, you're fucked." –me.--Half my life ago Bill Buckner dropped the ball.(Or rather, as my friend Peter pointed out, with near-perfect Little League form he let it roll between his legs.)And everything shifted. In that moment—that perfect, awful, irreconcilable...

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14 Nov DISCLAIMER

This is a work of improbable fiction. Yes. It is. Not because the events in question didn't happen; they did. (Stay with me now.) It is fiction because memory is fiction. History is fiction. I am fiction—at least in the way that I look at...

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