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A writer’s life?
Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…
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The best day ever
Some days you just wake up feeling motivated. For some crazy reason, I decided I was going to drive us all to the mountains to swim at the hotel with the water slides. Now, normally when I get a hankering for family time, I finish the day wondering what the heck was wrong with me,…
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Gold medal finish
Another Thursday night, The rush, rush, rush of karate, feeding the small humans, and homework. I was struck suddenly by a thought as I read with my grade one child. How did we ever learn? The act of sounding out words made me feel dazed, as though I had stepped into an alternate universe. It…
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A typical Monday
Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…
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Snowy roads, warm hearts
I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…
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Cabin fever
I’m not quite sure when I started this blog. I remember it was March, but I don’t know if it was the beginning or the end. So, to ensure that I achieve my goal of one full year, I’ll go above and beyond by aiming for the end of the month. The thought of “what…
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A February Winter’s Eve
Today is the last day of February. A short month with a lot of viruses infecting our house. I’m tired of winter, tired of coughing, tired of feeling old and deaf, tired of watching the sun get dim so early in the evening. But tonight, as I watched my family picked places on the couch…
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Perspective
Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…
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Perpetual motion machine
Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…
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Pink eye and cute germ factories
This winter has been brutal. Once again, I’ve decided my day off could best be spent with a virus. I’m not sure which one it is this time, they all look the same in the way they attack. Runny nose, sneeze, sore throat, and general malaise. But the super-special part of this was waking up…