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The Switch


Anna Allen was 10 years old. She was a tall girl. She had red hair, green eyes. She loved school so much that her big and little sisters said when she was a grown-up she would get married to school. “It is sssooooo true, Annie” said Avery, her big sister. “ Right Lily?” Lily, who was Anna’s little sister and also 2, was busy painting. She looked up and smiled. “Yeah, you going to marry school!” Anna signed. She looked forward to school today. She did every day. Anna didn’t tell anyone though, because the second she did, Lily and Avery would tease her to death. Thankfully, Anna’s mom was in the room. “ Avery, stop teasing Annie right now. By the way, you both go get ready for school.” Avery and Anna ran upstairs to get ready. Anna zoomed up and brushed her teeth while putting on her clothes. She did not want to be late. Anna ran to Avery’s room to see if she was ready.

When Anna got to the doorway, she came face-to-face with Avery. Avery’s face was as white as chalk and confronted her with rage. “Were did you put it, Anna?! I need it NOW!” she said in a dangerous sort of voice. “ Anna tell me, where did you put IT?! She was shaking Anna now wanting answers. Anna was really scared. “I don-don’t kn-know what you-your talking a-a-bou-bout.” Anna didn’t know but she could tell it was important. “ DON’T LIE TO ME! IT WAS MY STUDENT STUDY GUIDE AND MY FOLDER!” Avery roared. Now Anna was close to tears. There was a thumping sound of walking and Anna’s dad appeared, looking tired and grumpy. Anna’s mom appeared too, with Lily poking around her legs, smudging them with paint. “ What is going on? Avery, I expect more of you. Let go of Anna right now. Tell me what’s going on or I will take away your phone this very moment.” Anna’s dad glared at Avery, as if daring her to not answer. But Anna knew that Avery loved her phone as much as her life. She took a deep breath and began. “Ok if you want” Avery scowled “I went to get my backpack when I saw that my student study guide and folder were missing. I guessed Anna took it for pay back for teasing her. Apparently I was wrong.” Avery raised her hands as to say: you win, I lose. Anna’s dad looked at Avery for a moment then said, “Go to school, cause your late.” Anna’s stomach dropped. She hated being late.

Anna ran downstairs and went into the kitchen. “Bye mom. Bye Lily.” Anna said this as she got a piece of bread. “ BYE DAD! LOVE YOU!” She yelled and she ran

out the door to the nearest bus stop and saw the bus closing its doors. “WAIT!” she yelled and to her surprise, it stopped and it opened the door. Anna jumped on as soon as she could and sat down in the back because Avery always sat in the front. As soon as she sat down she closed her eyes to rest, but tried not to fall asleep to make sure she got off the bus on time. Anna began to day-dream she was talking to Lucas Jive, the prettiest boy in her school. Anna woke up with a start. It was time to get off the bus. Anna and her best friend, Sidney Sue, got up and stepped out of the bus. They walked to their school building and got inside. It’s a beautiful place. It even had a waterfall. Anna and Sidney attended classes all day peacefully…

When Anna got home she went straight to her room. She wanted to try to finish her homework, but couldn’t because Lily kept coming up to her room and making noise. So Anna decided to go downstairs to eat dinner. I’ll finish later, Anna thought. When Anna went downstairs, she was surprised to find Avery smiling, as Lily cried. “What happened?” Anna asked. “Oh, just that Lily and her best friend, Lulu, played a prank on me. Actually, the very same prank I thought you had played on me this morning.” Lily hiccupped “S-ss-sorry A-an-annie.” At this time Anna’s mom came in. “I thought it was sad that Avery caught her. Poor Lily, she vomited two times already.” Suddenly Anna didn’t feel so hungry anymore. She went upstairs just to find herself being the victim of Avery’s vengeful prank. As Anna walked through her room door, her face got stuck on a stretched piece of cooking plastic wrap Avery had placed across her door. Anna grunted in anger and frustration. “Uuggghhh, Avery!” Anna just ripped it off and jumped on her bed. She immediately fell asleep.

The next morning, Anna woke up and noticed she was in Avery’s room. She looked at Avery’s clock and saw that she woke up late. She was never late. Well I guess I better get up now so I won’t be even more late. She thought. But she didn’t feel like getting up to go to school, which she thought was werid. She also felt like she hated school. Oh. That’s odd. I love school. She was worried now. She was not feeling like herself at all. But she made up her mind. She stood up and looked at herself and screamed, “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”She looked exactly like Avery. Tears started to fall from Anna’s eyes just as Anna’s mom came in. “What happened, Avery?” she asked gently. “N-n-n-nothin-nothing, m-m-mom. She cried softly. “Ok. I’m making breakfast in the kitchen. Come down soon, Avery.” Anna was in shock, and could not stop thinking…”Why Avery?”

Anna tried changing her clothes but did not know where everything was at, so she went downstairs all miss matching. As she came downstairs, Anna saw

herself sitting at the kitchen table, only she knew it wasn’t her. She guessed that Anna sitting at the table was Avery. The real Avery. She looked at Anna and Anna could tell she had been crying. Avery gave a tiny nod, with a fearful look in her eyes, as if to say something. It was only Lily who didn’t look worried or scared at all. In fact, on the contrary she looked happy. Suddenly, and thankfully, Anna’s mom broke the odd silence. “Anna, Avery, you two need to go upstairs to get ready for school.” School. Anna didn’t want to go to school. But, unfortunately she had to. So Anna and Avery ran up as fast as they could. When they were ready, Avery came to talk to Anna while they were waiting for the bus.

“Anna, do you know how this happened?” Avery asked Anna. “ I don’t know. I thought you knew.” Anna replied. Avery was about to answer but at that very moment, a boy’s voice called out to them. “Oy, Avery!” Jon Jive, the biggest bully in the whole school, and Lucas Jive’s big brother, was the boy who had called out to them. Anna remembered that she looked like Avery and that he was looking at her. “I’m not going to hang out with you today, Jon Jive.” Jon looked shocked as she said this. So he stalked off looking puzzled. There was a silence after Jon walked off, so it was a relief when the bus came. Anna saw Sidney in the back. Avery suggested that they sit in the middle together so they can tell one other stuff they do and say at school. Anna agreed. They got off just in time and went to each others classes.

Anna didn’t say a word in all of Avery’s classes. It was a hard day and instead of walking home like they usually did, they took the bus. When they were at the door they heard Lily saying “Mommy, sissys home!” When their mom opened the door they went up to their rooms after they ate just an orange and took a bath only because their mom said so. After that Anna bade good-night to her dad and mom. Lily gave Anna a hug, and whispered: “I know its you, Anna” then in a normal voice she said, “Good-night Avery.” Anna went to bed right after that, trying to figure out how this could have happened.

That night, Anna had a very weird dream. A mischievous dark fairy, who flew into Anna’s room through the window. She picked some glittering dust from her little bag, glowing pink and blue. The dark fairy sprinkled some of the dust on Anna. The fairy then went to Avery’s room and took a different dust from her bag and sprinkled it on her. Somehow, this caused Anna and Avery to switch places. The dark fairy cackled and laughed mischievously as she flew out the window. In the dream, Anna somehow knew this fairy was known as The Switch. According to the legend, the fairy should have returned the next night to turn them back to normal, only she didn’t.

That second day felt like an eternity for Anna and Avery, learning how it really felt to be each other. By the end of the day, they both felt they understood each other more than ever. The morning of the third day, Anna woke up with a start. She was so scared to look in the mirror and again see Avery. But she was hungry, so she wanted to get her morning ritual over with. Much to her surprise, when she stood up and looked in the mirror, it was Anna Allen that she saw, she was herself again, and not Avery. She was so happy. Next to her bed, she found a little tiny note, with a beautiful tiny hand writing: “Sorry for not coming back the previous night, I ran out of switch dust and had to go back to Dark Hollows to get more”, signed The Switch Fairy. The look in Anna’s eyes could have frozen the world, but in her heart Anna felt relived and happy to be back to normal. She couldn’t’ wait to get back to her own life and school.

Anna ran downstairs and saw that Avery was siting at the table, grinning. As Anna entered the kitchen her mom shouted “Pancakes Anna!!.” Anna noticed her mom had made two types of pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes, and blueberry pancakes. “Wow. You both seem so happy today. Is it the pancakes I made?” Anna’s mom asked. Anna didn’t answer. She was too happy to care. On the other hand, Avery was very quiet yet had a smirk on her face. “Hey, Anna” said Avery. Anna was focused on eating her chocolate chip pancakes and thinking about school. “Anna!!” growled Avery. Anna had the feeling that Avery was trying to break her good vibe. But as Anna looked at Avery, Avery had her own plate of pancakes extended toward Anna, and grinned as she very smugly said, “Wanna switch?.”

The End!

I want to thank Daddy, for helping me and encouraging me. I also want to thank Mommy, for the same things and for telling me about this contest. I love my family!

Like every writer, I was a avid reader before a writer.

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*** Editado em 9 de agosto de 2018 – Veja abaixo ***


O meu post de 2012 “Como é ser casada com um militar americano?” gerou uma série de emails e comentários de dois anos para cá vindo de mulheres brasileiras que conheceram militares americanos pela internet e começaram a se relacionar à distância. A informação que chegou até a mim é que elas foram abordadas em sites de relacionamento e/ou em sites “de ajuda com o idioma”. Eles dizem que são militares americanos e que estão em uma posição de liderança em zona de guerra e que não podem viajar, mas falam em casamento, em ir ao Brasil e tudo mais para criar esperanças de um relacionamento amoroso de sucesso.

Aí vem a parte do golpe. Uns dizem que se a noiva/namorada pagar uma taxa, ele pode ser liberado da missão militar e viajar para encontrar com ela. Outros dizem que para viajar para o Brasil é preciso pagar uma taxa para pedir uma licença militar de emergência, mandam documentos ‘oficiais’ com papel timbrado. Dizem que precisam pagar alguém para ficar no lugar deles. Ou dizem que é a taxa cobrada pelo Exército. Vi também uns que querem pagar para registrar a noiva como militar. As desculpas para pedir dinheiro são quase ilimitadas. Nada disso é legítimo. Não existe taxa para pedir licença. Exército, Força Aérea, Fuzileiros Navais ou Marinha não mandam nada para ninguém que não é familiar imediato (amiga, namorada, noiva, etc). Militares americanos não precisam que ninguém preencha formulário nenhum. A quantidade de documento falsificado é enorme. Não caia no golpe. Não envie dinheiro pela internet para ninguém.

Se você tiver se envolvendo amorosamente com alguém pela internet e o sentimento for recíproco, ele vai encontrar uma forma e todo dinheiro do mundo para ir te encontrar.

E se você já ouviu ou viveu algo parecido, divide nos comentários abaixo. A informação é a arma mais poderosa que existe.

Ex corde.

Links em inglês sobre o golpe:

Página do Facebook

Exército americano avisa público sobre o golpe

Investigação do Comando Criminal do Exército

*** Editado em 9 de agosto de 2018 ***


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Tudo muito.

Tem sido 15 meses de muito. Em quantidade e em intensidade. Após uma mini pesquisa de campo (ha ha ha) hoje eu posso afirmar que a personalidade da minha filha transformou o que já é muito em algo maior que um bebê “normal” traz na vida de um casal. E o muito que ela traz é justo: tem muito de tudo. A alegria no coração é tão difícil de pôr em palavras quanto o desespero que bate ao lidar com uma menininha tão determinada e de personalidade tão tão forte. O desespero é porque a meta é fazer direito. Fazer de qualquer jeito é mole. Agora fazer a coisa certa sem perder a doçura e graciosidade no meio do caminho é algo que às vezes parece quase impossível. Mas eu sei que não é. Só que para mim vem com dor. Isso porque ela me apresentou para as minhas imperfeições de um jeito que eu nunca tinha sido apresentada antes. O sabor é amargo e é difícil de engolir. Mas para fazer direito não há atalhos. Nem delegação de função. É preciso enfrentar. Eu e o Marido vamos levando umas pauladas doloridas ao olhar para dentro e perceber o muito que precisamos mudar para ser os pais que ela merece ter. Nossos fantasmas andaram assombrando mas aos poucos vamos botando ordem na casa. A nossa caminhada é longa. Só que agora com uma alegria no coração que até então não conhecíamos. Com um propósito maior que já tem mais de 75 cm de altura, uma voz forte e opiniões seguras.

A saudade que tenho de escrever aqui também é muita. O oposto da quantidade de tempo que me sobra. Mas com as coisas um tanto mais organizadas eu espero voltar aqui mais vezes. Tenho muito o que atualizar!

Ex corde.

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Pink Pen And a Notebook_Ex corde

~ Canário real no caderninho de anotações ~

Purse_Ex corde

~  Nas gaiolas da minha bolsinha ~

Little Birds Book_Ex corde

~ No livro de fofurices para costurar ~

Cortinas_Ex corde

~ Nas cortinas do quartinho da bagunça ~

Bijouterias_Ex corde

~ No porta bijuterias ~

Passarinho_Ex corde

~ Na bandejinha de cacarecos na mesinha da sala ~

Happy Friday!

Ex corde.

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Good Life

Quando ouço essa música, tenho vontade de fechar os olhos e me deixar levar.  Porque nem sempre as coisas são do jeito que a gente gostaria que fosse, mas essa vida pode ser muito boa!  Ora bolas, essa vida É muito boa!

Dá o play e viaja comigo ;)

Ex corde.

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Sexta-feira de tarde e eu estou de volta da biblioteca depois de horas de estudo.  Estava colocando o papo em dia com o Marido quando vimos os vizinhos lá fora: ele preparava o jantar – um fetuccine carbonara com camarão & lagosta enquanto ela degustava uma taça  de vinho.  Peguei minha garrafa, minha taça e fui lá fora deixar o papo rolar com eles.  Marido trouxe o queijo, a garrafa de vinho, o correio e  a gente aproveitou o resto do dia ali peapeando até não poder mais.


Abri as caixas que chegaram pelo correio e fiquei feliz da vida que um dos livros que comprei online chegou aqui rapidinho.  Tem alguns cálculos farmacêuticos que eu preciso de mais explicações para poder resolver toda e qualquer questão, então eu estava ansiosa pela chegada desse livro.


O livro é usado mas parece novo!  Só vi umas duas palavras circuladas de lápis até agora.  E sabe quanto ele me custou?  82 centavos.  Não tem como não amar morar aqui e poder receber livros na minha casa em menos de 48 horas. 

82 centavos

Os sete dólares de frete ficam até baratinho na frente do valor do livro.

Então papo vai, papo vem até que minha minha vizinha me perguntou se eu gostava de manjericão.  Sim, gosto!  E foi assim que ela me deu um pé de manjericão enorme para chamar de meu:


Alguém tem alguma receita com manjericão para me ajudar?

Ex corde-

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Resquícios de Loira

Ontem depois do jantar eu resolvi pegar um Lysol Wipes (lenço umedecido com desinfetante) para terminar de limpar a pia da cozinha.  Acontece que na hora em que eu puxei um, vieram três lenços ao mesmo tempo que estavam meio embolados no pote.  Se eu os deixasse pendurados para fora, não daria para usar depois pois eles iriam secar.  Assim, tive a brilhante idéia de empurrar os dois lenços excedentes de volta para dentro do pote.

Ahã, você já viu o buraco por onde esses lenços umedecidos saem?  O pobre lenço se contorce todo e só sai por causa da força que colocamos para puxá-los para fora.  É quase um parto onde é notório que após o nascimento não há jeito de colocar o filho de volta na barriga.  E ainda assim eu quis enfiar o lenço de volta.  Com o meu dedo.  Doeu!

O pote de Lysol Wipes agarrou o meu pobre dedo como se tivesse unhas & dentes.  A sensação era de que garras furavam o meu dedo e quanto mais eu tentava mexer, mais penetrava na pele.  E não tinha muito espaço para movimentar.  As lágrimas começaram a descer antes mesmo que eu pudesse dizer qualquer coisa. 

Marido viu aquela cena tragicômica e correu para me ajudar.  O troço era tão apertado que quanto mais ele tentava soltar o meu dedo, mais preso ele ficava no total estilo areia movediça, sabe?  Até que ele deixou a delicadeza de lado e arrombou a tampa do pote.  Meu dedo saiu de lá todo amassado e cheio de pedaços de pele faltando.  Machucou mesmo!  

Ele olhou sério para mim e disse:

“- Tinha esquecido que você era loira quando criança.”

Lenco Umedecido _ Ex corde

Haha, só rindo mesmo.

Ex corde.  

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