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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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Up and Down and the Cat’s out of the bag
“Ahhh” taking a sip of my coffee, the second pot I’ve made today. The first pot tasted yucky, I didn’t drink it, had to drive Jack and Fiona to… Read more
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Finding Freedom, The Burden has lifted
My five fingers covered in blue, black, and brown fabric paint and ink. My palms stained, even my wedding ring is stained from the brown ink. I sit in… Read more
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Dreamy Hungover Sunday
I used to have Dreams. One of my teachers once said, “Shoot for the Moon, you might catch a star.” I have never felt like I was anything special, except… Read more
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All or NOTHING
How long has this blank piece of paper been sitting here? Waiting for me to return? Wondering what I was doing to fill all the hours I’ve been away. Was… Read more
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Old Stinky Blue Paint
Old blue paint. Mixed in the past. “oh cool, I can use this” to get me started. To be a gateway to the days’ work. To start off my time… Read more
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Undesirable Traits
A steady stream of ants crawls down the window sill to the edge of the sink and back up again, round and round, I notice pain in my right hand… Read more
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Fundamental Differences
7:33 AM Wednesday, babies will be up soon. Last night we didn’t go to bed until 9:00PM, we cuddled in the nursery, looked at counting books, I was so… Read more
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I can’t relax for one minute
Oh my gosh, they’re both awake. Fiona screaming (In Joy) and Just a few minutes ago I heard a bump, or was it a thump, and then I heard Jack… Read more
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