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Black box
What’s in a story? I ask myself this daily now, deep in the throes of nanowrimo. How can I make people feel, understand, live through the eyes of another? How do I draw them in, capture them in my web, Each story a black box, a mystery until it’s opened. I’m every bit as surprised…
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The rut
I watched as the week flew, On wings of solid steel. Picked me up and dropped me off, And didn’t once ask how I feel I thought I’d have so much more time with which to play. Instead I chose to get stuff done, each and every day. When all I wanted was a room…
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March of the errands
Back to reality, Tap-dancing through my day, Visits to hither and yon, Faxes and refills, mail and paperwork Finally caught up and look at the clock, Time for home and supper, food and stories and dessert, “Strawberries in snow” Kids not yet caught up from the time change. From east and summer, to winter and…
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Wrap up
Our last day of our fun-family-vacation, and it felt just about right. We didn’t do anything crazy, we hardly left the house we were staying at, but we did enjoy ourselves. The weather was so much better in Toronto than at home, which meant the kids enjoyed another 5 days of outdoor activity. I learned more…
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Everyday holiday
My first full day off work, No calls, No paperwork. I can’t remember the last time that happened, and feel vaguely confused that it did today. I walked to the corner Starbucks and accidentally got the full sugar peppermint mocha, along with gingerbread, egg and cheese sandwiches and cranberry bliss bars. A seventy dollar smorgasbord and…
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Gratitude
Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often. I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint. Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…
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One clock to rule
My life is a list, one thousand things long, each as important as the next Paralyzed at times with the decision of which item to do first when they all need to get done at once. So, some get done, and more get added. But time runs short, and the list grows, swelling by the…
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Friday night movies
I watch as the big orange sky fades to dull grey, listening to the sounds of my children playing in their room. Constant negotiations, laughter and tears, a dog in the middle of all the action, searching for stray popcorn. Tonight was to be our “family movie night with popcorn treat.” But apparently, they had more…
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Senses
Sometimes we expect too much from ourselves. Push too hard, relax too little. The crusty little general inside barking out more orders than wishes, Not letting you get the rest you need, to heal your tired soul. At times like that you can feel burdened and overwhelmed. That is when it’s time to listen, Breathe.…