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Death and the Mother
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Little boys
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Mixed metaphor Monday
The start of another week has come, one week closer to holidays. My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break. Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs? I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to…
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Love…
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Love…
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Family and friends
It’s a later night than what I usually have but I’m wide awake, thinking about the day. Possibly some of that is due to the coffee I partook in, along with the decadent Nanaimo squares, but I think it is more due to how full my heart is (and yes, okay, my stomach too!) I…
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Precipice of night
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Old friend
Hello, old friend. It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit I had thought – No, it was silly of me to assume. You’ve never been one To call in advance, announcing your presence before arriving at my door. You’ve always just walked right in, and made yourself at home. Sitting down, pouring yourself…
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July 1st 2019
Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…
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Circles