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The descent of Tuesday
I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…
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January 1st, 2019
Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…
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January 1st, 2019
Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…
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Two week wrap up
For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…
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Two week wrap up
For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…
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Sept 1, proof is in the psl
September is here again, my favorite pumpkin spice latte season- yes, I can accept I am basic. We wanted to head to the late for one last hurrah, but waking to a child vomiting on you slows those plans to halt. Instead, we began the laborious chore of moving the children’s bedrooms. All the while,…