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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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Nap Time Painting
This is a GOOD use of my time! Read more
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The Sweetest Part
The moment we get into the nursery we all relax. Just upstairs Jack and Fiona were crying, grabbing the spoon, covering themselves in pea soup. Me, getting more and more… Read more
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The Answer
I decided to paint. I put on my apron and boots. I walk into my studio, lay out my paper, run back into the house to grab some tissue paper… Read more
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Stand still situation
How will I get through the rest of the day? I am not complaining, I am serious. I pick my baby girl up out of her crib at 7:00 am.… Read more
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Just One Sec
I start to get that feeling deep down in my gut, like I could cry. I hate everything I’ve made so far. I only had two hours to work… Read more
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It’s a Beautiful Thing
One year ago we were at Tahoe Forest Hospital, the night had been long. Jack nestled on my chest, I could hear the fluid in his lungs as he breathed.… Read more
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Can You Hear Me?
Buzzzzzzz Fiona’s hand grabs at her ear, through her striped Hanna Anderson hat she tries to pull off her hearing aid. “pat pat pat” I say which is what I’ve… Read more
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Damn those high chairs!
I see my reflection in the window with the glow of the computer screen on my face. It’s still dark outside. The house is asleep. The kettle is humming. I… Read more
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The Intuitive Healer
The intuitive healer slid her hand under my tailbone and pressed on my stomach gently. She moved to the top of the table and cradled my head breathing deeply. I… Read more
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