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Article 23
There is something so beautifully fragile about this time of year. Walking to my car each night after work, I gaze at the brittle arms of trees frozen against the melting sky and wonder what they...
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Article 22
Lately I've found that finding time to myself is as difficult as pulling a thread from the middle of a most intricately woven blanket. I'm needed there for the horizontal, vertical and diagnol...
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Article 20
At this hourthe Soul of the earthshall gather what is Hers,and rock them to their rest.Shifting toe tip to toe tip,rocking hips,She offers sleep in sipsand stays until they sleep.They sleep and still...
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Merge
I had four different blogs. A work blog, a creative writing blog, a family blog, and a journal blog, each an outlet for the different parts of me. In an effort to bring these me's together I've decided...
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Circles
'Member what those Big Hands felt like under your armpits as they slowly lowered you until there was a lapping Cold over toes and it got inside somehow and shivered high into your bare shoulders that...
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Article 16
It's a different kind of draftwhentwo thousand seven hundred fortysoulsare chosenUnwilling,Unknowing,to fightand die,byandagainstan enemy.But soldiers they are still.
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Article 15
"People tell you who they are, but we ignore it because we want them to be who WE want them to be."Another blogger posted this quote and it stuck in my head. Although, I'm not sure we "ignore" it. I...
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Megan Bird
She sang at the nursery windowand sent thought to me of Beth.Call her, She needs you please, it read.When he sleeps, I said.She pushed and pecked at cracksand I feared the pane might let.Is that you?i...
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Unwittingly from a pretty potI'd poured a night of stirring, steepingbut sleeping notInhabitting now night's draining cupI lurk lukewarm at bottomsoaking stale stuff upAnd right back through those...
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Team
An athlete can spot an athlete, and the day I met Lisa I knew that she was one. In fact, I knew she was a basketball player. She carried herself like a point guard. A leader, a pressure player, I...
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Tonight I needed some Pablo Nerudo.Sonnet XVIII don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as certain dark things are loved,secretly,...
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Just Don't Kiss Me Goodnight
When I was little, maybe about 5 or 6, I was pretty scared of Santa Claus. Wonderful though he was, the thought of a big man entering our home in the wee hours of the morning, tip toeing across the...
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Article 7
Shoeswe still outgrow themStepswe still take first onesSizeswe're still between themParentsstill daughters, sons
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"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.'Pooh?', he whispered.'Yes, Piglet?''Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.'"-A.A. Milne
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What's new?
Hello friends and family! I am in a great mood this afternoon! Left work at 2:30 to go pick up my little man at his A-Mah and Yeh-Yeh's house. Now he is home taking an overdue nap in his crib, and I am...
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A stone pulled to eartha flower bowed to sunwith solemness of snowas particles make OneInching over oceansher ship is eastward boundand what will be is inshallahlost and lost then foundHer whispers hit...
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"Mom, I can I make gingersnaps?"
This was my trusty cookbook, and its pages are stained with flour, molasses, ginger, even crusty pieces of dough. It is torn, worn and well loved. Baking was so fun! Ok, so by the third tray of cookies...
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It's late in March the window's cracked the air is new but I think back.A siren callsthe dog looks up,the ghost tip toes but knocks the cup.The dog lays backthe siren smallthe cup remembers not its...
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