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Sanctuary
Sanctuary (noun): a place of refuge or safety; a space set apart, offering protection, peace, or relief from the pressures of the outside world. This is my first time being inside the library since the world went silent last march. There have been virtual story times and community engagement, we lucked out with our local… Continue reading
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Unanimous
I asked the kids to take a ten minute screens break with me to do something useful around the house like take out the garbage, etc. They did help, and then started this “Petition to stop mom from watching Marie Kondo.” Lol I love them so much Continue reading
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Stay
Hey you, with the hurting. I send you love. Maybe the reason I feel so much joy right now is that I remember the pain. It hurt so much I couldn’t breathe and I thought it would never end. It never did end, just evolved. It helped me recognize your pain and love you more… Continue reading
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Self-concepts
Flashbacks to 1992 CIT year. “Dave, why do you always give me weedwhacking?” “Because you’re the only one who doesn’t complain about it.” That moment defined work ethic for me. If the hardest-working person I knew saw me as a hard worker, I wasn’t going to disappoint him. Continue reading
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Try
I got the spare tire out because YouTube but glad AAA is here to change it because the cover is rusted so much it would have taken more strength than I have to get it off. But you guys, this is pretty significant getting this far on my own. I spent so long feeling helpless… Continue reading
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Acting like an adult
Something I like to do: surprise my kids and make them laugh. Continue reading
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Light
I have this thing about lilacs. The smell of them triggers this vivid memory of a sunny June day in 1995 when I was in my bedroom at Dad’s house with the windows open, the lilac bush right outside, bags packed for camp and sitting on my bed with my cat, and it was this… Continue reading
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I was one of the lucky ones.
Dad once sent me a 5-page letter from my cat when I was away at camp. Signed “Love, Midnight” and including Polaroid photos from her perspective. That’s the kind of dad i grew up with. Continue reading
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The in-between time
So for the next two weeks we’re all sharing a bedroom while packed boxes go in the other one. It’s…actually kind of cool. Like we’re at summer camp. Ohhhh I’ll be glad when this is over though. Continue reading
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The opposite of a pinterest fail
Birthday cake for a friend… nachos: yellow fondant rolled in crushed oreos lettuce: coconut dyed green tomatoes: swedish fish cheese: white chocolate dyed yellow, hardened, then shredded guac and sour cream frosting. And the nice gentleman at Taco Bell gave me extra wrappers for authenticity. Continue reading
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Days
“I will let them be little, fill their hearts with laughter, help them grow wings, nurture their sense of wonder, inspire them to believe, and love them like there is no tomorrow.” Continue reading
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The plastic storage bin is a boat.
It amuses me how everything at this age (almost 3 years) is a firm declaration. Ending with an exclamation point. “You did it! Yay! That was a great song! I’m going to ride in the boat! Oh no, lotsa water! I need a napkin! (wipe-wipe-wipe) I wiped it up!” When did we lose that certainty,… Continue reading
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Thinking in words
I don’t post much. I write constantly—emails, journals, letters—but I don’t write much for public viewing. The idea of people I don’t know reading my words intimidates me, because my words are so much a part of me, my most private thoughts. Once they’re released, they are no longer my own. Writing, for me, is… Continue reading
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Holding space
She’s been having more tantrums and showing relatively more aggression since she’s turned two (“relatively” because it’s still pretty rare, as she’s never been a very aggressive person)…When she’s overtired or gets upset for some reason, she’ll scream and cry and sometimes throw a toy or hit something—mostly inanimate objects like the wall or the… Continue reading
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