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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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Why do I care what nannies do at the park while watching other peoples kids?
I’m getting so mad. 4:44, I put the babies down for their nap at 3:00. They’ve been whining the whole time. This is one of the hardest situation, the times I… Read more
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There’s gonna be a whole lotta crazy happenin’ here come July
It’s not fair! My dad will meet his grandchildren and my mom never will. I feel like I’m betraying her. My husband told me yesterday, my dad and Betty can… Read more
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He Always has an Ulterior Motive, but we can’t help but get sucked in.
He failed to see the humor in it. I presented an idea, one my brother and I thought was a great idea. Danny talked to our Dad first. He left… Read more
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I need to call my Dad and Pick up Zappa’s Ashes
I’m procrastinating, I’ve received two messages that need action. My Dad called two times in the past month, once for my birthday, two days late, Betty and my Dad sang… 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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