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This Is 55
After My First Mountain There is nothing to do except brace myself. It’s so cold. I’m so sick of this wind. It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more
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Simpatico/Sympatico
“We are all connected, there is no me without you”. I feel a great excitement about the show in which I am a collaborator; Titled: Simpatico, showing with Carl Heyward,… Read more
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Nap time Paintings
I’ve learned how to paint on canvas. I’ve learned a lot about painting working in my notebooks. A lot of work done during naptimes. Thank god I just go in… Read more
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Driftwood and Ocean Breeze
“look mama, Look, come here” Jack says. He’s half way under a stack of driftwood, criss crossed over the ravine, which becomes a fast, deep, creek during the rainy season.… Read more
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Motherhood: instinctual, raw, uncomfortable, deep
It’s Jacks special morning away with mommy. I decided to do this last night; this week has been the hardest, deepest, most raw emotions and feelings I’ve ever had to… Read more
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Take the slow path, accept the fucks
August 29, 2016, as quickly as summer came, she leaves me now, my body feeling the change of seasons, waking up early again as if it is some biological, instinctual,… Read more
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Tiny Shards of Plastic in My Heart
I hear a thump and a cry. Heart racing: too much food in Billy’s bowl, “good job Fiona, I’m just going to put a little back”. Open lid of dog… Read more
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Morning Light, Shattered Blinds
Please let the quiet slumber of Jack and Fionas’ nap last a little longer. Give me a bit more time to relish in the peaceful sounds: the humming of the… Read more
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Lets Go down to the Fig Tree
“Momma, momma, lets go look at the fig tree” Jack says. I’m following him out to the backyard as he tells me this. “O.K. Jack I’ll be right back, wait… Read more
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Taking Time
First course: Edamame and cherry tomatoes, next chicken soup and cheese pizza. Jack and Fiona work on taking the peas out of the edamame shells and taking sips of soup,… Read more
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MommaJ;It’s a good day.
This is a good day. An open day. When words have meaning and body language has more. The rules of grammar have their place; I think this, as I study… Read more
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Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes 