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The Good Luck
Focus on the good luck The rocket lands in the ocean By sheer luck nothing catches on fire this weekend, We are healthy- alive- under quiet dry skies, Birds chirp,… Read more
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Sometimes things are gonna just suck and staying positive or surrendering just doesn’t apply (Unless you bury your emotions)
My hands are still shaky, my heart palpitating. In a hurried state. Panic and stress. Alan stressed too. Fiona screaming, we’re driving. I turn the radio on loud to hide… Read more
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No Where to Hurry to, I’m Already Here.
Alan walks out the door first, I look at Jack, his Blue Bear in his mouth, little chubby cheeks, eyes looking straight into mine. He’s in the arms of a… Read more
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I Find Myself Lingering Longer and Longer
I find myself lingering longer and longer in the nursery at bedtime. Our dinner ate, bottles drank, bath taken, It’s already after seven. I could put Jack and Fiona’s sleep… Read more
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Babbling travels, paper, a mess, a memory.
The fan above my head brings a slight chill to my hands. It’s hot outside this afternoon. So quiet at this moment. Peaceful. Jack and Fiona are sleeping soundly. I… Read more
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A Little Girl with a Hammer
I throw a jar of diluted black watercolor paint on my paper, I’m thinking about Fiona hitting a little old hammer on the glass table and I’m inspired. I walk… Read more
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The Best Laid Plans ( With Twins) Often go awry, leaving space for wonderful surprises!
“Do you want to watch signing time?” I say to Jack and Fiona. It’s a great show, they use American Sign Language. On my second cup of coffee, made it… Read more
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I’m not goint to make sure everythings perfect for everyone all the time
I’m in a car, someone else behind the wheel. Dirt road, narrow, steep, hugging the curve of the mountain, I can feel the drop below us. We park. There’s an… Read more
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Baby Gates and Dead Rat Monday
Close my eyes, baby gates circle me, try to look through the holes, can’t see anything, it’s all dark. My husband had a “shit night sleep” last night. I slept,… Read more
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Sitting Here (an impromtu poem)
I’m sitting here, Lying at my feet, Billy, Sitting on the couch Alan, Lying in their play and packs, Jack and Fiona, Hum, the fridge, the fan, the house creaks,… Read more
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It’s Sunday Again! Sigh, Smile.
Coffee. Studio time. These are the only two things I believe in strongly at this moment. I’m making the cup of coffee, studio has to wait till Monday when Ramona’s… Read more
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