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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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Lazy Saturday
Saturday’s gone, the four hour work week a laughable idea. My attempts to relax and take my own advice failed miserably today- no sleep, a sick boy, even my effort to attend a yoga class horribly off track when I went to the class without a yoga mat…or gym bag. Somehow, I’d left the house…
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Lazy Saturday
Saturday’s gone, the four hour work week a laughable idea. My attempts to relax and take my own advice failed miserably today- no sleep, a sick boy, even my effort to attend a yoga class horribly off track when I went to the class without a yoga mat…or gym bag. Somehow, I’d left the house…
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Me. Not-so-clean
Another Friday morning, although it feels a little wrong to say that already. A midweek holiday leaves me feeling not quite right until the Sunday reset. More irritating viruses have invaded our house, fresh for the 2019 season. Coughing, upset stomach and the like, it feels unexpected and yet like it never left. Day 4…
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Little boy
He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…
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Little boy
He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…
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Christmas Eve 2018
After a busy month, and a busy and productive fall, At last Christmas has come For us, one and all It waits not for the time To let it in Nor for free time to finally begin It comes with a whisper, A brush of air The bright excitement of children, The festive clothing we…