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A Wrinkle in Time
Tonight I saw Wrinkle in time. It was everything and nothing like I remembered it, the book that started me on my path to reading and writing. We all have THE BOOK that touched us. The first book we remember. My two are One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, and A Wrinkle in…
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Shared worlds
Every day, I go about my business, walking a fine line between trying to stay out of other peoples business, and needing to know all their details. Every day, I have the privilege the responsibility of being trusted with private information, The inner world that sometimes hasn’t been shared with anyone else. I’ve held the…
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The present
Bubbles form inside, Rising to the top Simply effervescent, Until you hear a pop The energy of a toddler Effortless and free Identical to caffeine Which sometimes buoys me Ready, set, run away Into the great beyond Nothing ventured nothing lost Except lyrics to the song Life is an enigma Understood by very few I…
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Phoenix of the deep
At first blush It was a good idea A fine plan, A jaunt across the sea But as he flew Higher into the sun The sudden realization Of damage came undone It was far too late, he plummeted into the deep Now his wings are plucked under the horizon he’ll sleep. But like the dawn…
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Overdrive
Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. It’s seldom found in women, And never found in men. My grandmother used to say this to me all the time, from a very early age. I’m not sure if it’s because she could see what an impatient child I was, or if she knew that…
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Mental snapshot
I wish I took pictures today. Luckily, I’ll get some shortly. I had ramped up my children with excitement over the last few days, incubating the idea of how much fun we would have this morning. And we did have fun. I think they’re finally getting to an age where we can do things with…
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Friday’s balance
Friday musings are always fun. The paring down and sorting into boxes of the events of the week past. It was a week full of ups and downs, but in balance, it seemed to balance. A wrinkle here and there, but nothing so earthshattering that I’ll need time to recover from, which is a luxury.…
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Still winter
I never knew how much rage the sight of snow could provoke. I mean, it’s so pretty and white, fluffy and falling like tiny ice cream from the sky. Except, I’m so incredibly tired of seeing it. It feels sometimes that all I remember is endless landscapes of white, and winter-blue skies Where has the…